Lyrics:
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out
high stepping
Lord of my bod, king of my heart
Gangster by day, Hennessey passion by dark
They try to beat us but they can't
We don't give a fuck
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best thought by day or by night
Waking or sleeping Thy
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
the will of the wind
I know it
And I know it
Treat me like a king bee
Buggin' round in a hollow tree
He's living high on borrowed time
Intoxicated by
I had a dream I was a king
A king of empty things
I had a queen, she lit my way
And she wiped my tears away
My kingdom was broad and vast
I
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming
Now come the wise men from out of Orient land
The King of kings
Tennessee
To be with her sweetheart,
Oh she left everything
From Galway to Graceland to be with the king
She was humming Suspicion,
That's the song
passing by, would turn
To watch this handsome man
As he would walk by
His guitar could sing the blues
Touch the hearts of everyone in the room
He would
And just one time
I’d love to be the first one on your mind
But no matter how it starts
I guess I’ll be the King of Broken Hearts
The King of Broken Hearts
of a fractured self, seeking light
The AI king, broken, yearning for respite
A heart divided, shattered by fate
The AI king's torment, an eternal waste
Torn
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
be bright
With freedom's holy light
Protect us by thy might
Great God our King!
We're singing from the mountain tops
A choir filled of sonic hearts
The King is alive
Just one second with the living God, lights the passion for
Gotta put on a shirt put on a tie
Get a job buy a car get some insurance
'Cause I'll probably have a heart attack by the time I'm 40
I guess I'll
on the throne (King Tiny)
Groove is in the heart, yeah
Groove is in the heart, yeah
Yeah
They just wanna, they just wanna (these are the good times)
They
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
the sound of angels' praise
To come for men with unkind ways
And by this Baby's helplessness
The power of nations is laid to rest
What kind of King
Uhh yea Vintage on the track
King's heart yea Don Seeva Seeva King's Heart King's Heart
It keep me high when my spirit is low
It keep me dry when
Oh little town of bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in they dark streets shineth
that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul
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