Lyrics:
This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold
This one for them hood girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces
Stylin', wilin',
saved from the outside
Trapped in what you know
Are you safe from yourself?
Can you escape all by yourself?
Clap your hands, all ye children
There's
and make amends
'Cause nobody gets a second chance to make new old friends
I believe in working hard for what you've got
Even if it don't add up to a hell
cause when its all worth believing
We can make it work do believe that
We've mistrust in the dust and believe fact
We can achieve tact
By tuning out
He was born in the big iron city
Deep in the heart of Dixie, yes he was now
Raised on the good Book
Taught to take a good look at what's going
cause when its all worth believing
We can make it work do believe that
We've mistrust in the dust and believe fact
We can achieve tact
By tuning out
to him.
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in
Children sleeping
Snow is softly falling
Dreams are calling
Likes bells in the distance
We were dreamers
Not so long ago
But one by one, we
Did you ever see the faces of the children
They get so excited
Waking up on Christmas morning
Hours before the winter sun's ignited
They believe
of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you, it is true the makings of you
It's been a miracle for what you've done
Please stay right by my
here
Diverse City, are you gonna get it this year?
What you think of this here, gotta get with this here
Diverse City and we'll run it till He gets
of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh
It's been a miracle for what you've done
Please stay right
the brightest sun
We're children of the sky, guided by the light
Let me reach new heights, stars amongst the night
When we look back, what we will see?
We
that the
Africans had told
About a red iguana who turned lava into gold
We'd mount an expedition headin' out into the bay
Superstitious children
What is this land of America, so many travel there
I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send
Did you ever see the faces of the children
They get so excited
Waking up on Christmas morning
Hours before the winter sun's ignited
They believe
to pay
We got nothin' figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes
This is what I thought about
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by
Take one last look at what you're leaving behind,
'Cause there's no coming back once we go
We are the children of an innocent crime,
And its time
say 'so what' I say 'so this'
Hideaway hideaway truly
Hideaway hideaway truly
I can hear children voices playing in a yard
When I hear children
Hey Willie boy what you gonna do
when the wind blows cold
the moon turns blue
Build me a fire
gonna dance and sing
a little bit of winter don't
Looking down I watch the night
Running from the sun
Orphan stars and city lights
Fading one by one
Oh sweet memories
I call on you now
Two too
place
(That's what I said)
Between a rock
And a hard place
(Yeah)
You'd better stop
Put on a kind face
Yeah!
Don't you believe anymore
Yeah!
Blessed is the sex worker's body sold tonight
She works for what she's got to save her children's life
Blessed are the deaf who cannot hear a scream
Children sleeping
Snow is softly falling
Dreams are calling
Likes bells in the distance
We were dreamers
Not so long ago
But one by one, we
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