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sleep on the bosom of a sheep?
It's beautiful.
Yeah thug though.
[Chorus]
She's so beautiful and he's a thug,
They're so different yet they're in
blossoms in a meadow silky green
Where she held me to her bosom just a boy of seventeen
I recall a gypsy woman silver spangles in her eyes
Ivory skin
the enemy
Over what went down on the plains of Abraham
Acadian driftwood
Gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front movin'
Oh my God
I can't believe it
What went wrong?
The human race, in it's place
Superstition
Man's religion
And conditioned
Mysteries incomplete
put away your candles and Marvin Gaye
All I hear is sirens in a world so violent
Still chasing dope
Middle finger to you tyrants
Hey, where'd you go?
the week start on Monday
But the strong start on Sunday
Won't be in bondage to any man
John 8:33
We the descendants of Abraham
Ye should be made free
You're the tack inside my shoe
Yeah, I c'n do without you!
In my bosom, you're a dagger
You're a mangy carpetbagger
In the theater, you're the "Boo!"
I
Return to Abraham and let us live in peace
Halls of warship burn, until you touch the ground
Ignited by deceit, your will of god is misperceived
In 1914, this ball was at war
It went from Belgium on through Ireland
The Congo, then back home
This big blue ball of war spun on it's own
Spinning
Night at the lake
The moon is drowning in a lovelorn dream
You can see her frowning like a mother
Calling all her children
To her bosom, to her body,
we weep when the weary ones rest
In the bosom of Jesus supreme
In the mansions of glory prepared for the blessed
For death is no more than a dream
where you stand
Like Abraham as you face a mountain off in the distance.
Though you're seeking God's will through your painful ordeal
It's so difficult
I am The Child of Abraham
Walk me up the mountain
The Angels they got my back
I can see your face in the river
You want me back
Push away the evil
broken
You said you were broken
And I'm not in the mood to lose another one
Bleeding handshakes
With Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln
not to repeat
The hopes that could not last, lorena
They lived, but only lived to cheat
I would not cause e'en one regret
To rankle in your bosom now
hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ
Was born across the sea
With a glory in his bosom
That transfigures you and me
As he
you for
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
I murk her
The Men of the West
(William Rooney)
When you honor in song and in story
The names of the patriot men,
Whose valor has covered with glory
Full many
Drinking in the nightclub with my bosom friend
Who come down to spend the weekend
When I look back who'd you think I see
But one of my family
He shall feed His flock like a shepherd;
and He shall gather the lambs with His arm,
and carry them in His bosom,
and gently lead those that are with
will know his blessing, his blessing, his blessing
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, twelve sons
A nation are slaves in Egyptian hot sun
But God had a plan,
with nobody
Wo wo eh
Lincoln lincoln Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln what's your daily income
Lincoln through me up I felt like twice as tall Kelly machine
a tangle on the wall
And the grizzly lies in deep deep slumber
From the cold cold places behind the Abraham Lincoln
Where the wallpaper will not fade
In Nottamun Town not a soul would look up,
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down,
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look
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