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I keep thinking that our problems Soon are all gonna work out But there's that same unhappy feeling There's that anguish, there's that doubt It's
God works in mysterious ways, mysterious ways Hey, one man one goal ha, one mission One heart one soul just one solution One flash of light yeah, one
Well here he is just home from work He's come home early to make their tea He's by the sink she's in the lounge He tries to talk to her but he won't
(without you) Mary Lou (Mary Lou), Mary Lou (Mary Lou) I can't go on singing without you (without you) I work so hard from 9 to 5 Singing out of tune
your crew break up and your girl get naked Respected, because I work hard for my cash Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash Look out below, my flow will
kickin' back, the scientist is hard at work Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' back in the shade Or call Will and Temple where my homie down by Zeenie With
drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think the villain releit knew niggaz come out get out the work, that I put in, figure the pin and I write
to you I find the things that you do Will make me feel alright You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things And it's worth it just
become, He's minions dead, my work is done. The death of your servants is my solution, Azerate takes me, I will be free... Death is all I care to be...
at my door You work at night when the latter day is done You burn your heart out brother and before you see the sun For his love of Miss Hedy Lamarr
you fly away almost everyday You work a lot but you never stop to love Stop, I love you so stop Come home from the road Gotta stop to love
to know why Oh oh oh oh Oh no not you again Oh oh oh oh Oh no not you again Don't own no swimmin' pool not even a color T.V. He works awful hard some days
I keep thinking that our problems Soon are all gonna work out But there's that same unhappy feeling There's that anguish, there's that doubt It's
the works of red Unable to comprehend the stroke Just strike out in pain Hunger for black finally quenched Set out to achieve and gained Exposing
In this world of ups and downs my dreams all fall through Things just don't work out, no matter what I do Disappointment haunts me, through each
Stupid hats Talkin' 'bout their loaded cats They're wannabes Work all day sleep all night They don't know what it's like They're yuppies It's not
wrong And tell the ones you love they should Stop giving you nicknames Like fanny or lenny So you got a lot of problems to work out, man Let me tell
final, and he is certain, his greatest work.] Since the time when ra and isis Raised the sphinx out of the sand And apollo dreamed athena And men
they'd surely do the same Take a look in my traveling bag Mister, I am trouble, I am Work and run and breathe things slow Ripples talk, ripples
performed by ADMoney] I'm trapped in the hatch cause the tunnels caused with 50 Work bums detects damn I got to hide bro Runnin' through the lay up gettin'
my tasty butter fish When I come home from work at night I get my favorite dish, fish! Hold tight hold tight hold tight hold tight
yeah yeah All or nothing All or nothing for me Things could work out just like I want them to If I could have the other half of you That's all I would
You gotta work every single moment Cause another's after your spot All the suckers scream and shout They don't know what it's all about This is
Ghetto apostle doing god's work, the last supper host And ye shall take of the blood And strike the side and upper post The whores of babylon got plagues
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