Lyrics:
curas on Sunday fifteen Cuban minutes
The end is out of sight
So I'll meet you by the cannon
On the Malecón tonight
It started in Havana in
like that, live like that
Just another voice in the wilderness
Stick with me forever
Cross my heart and hope to die
You should give me everything
Or was I still alone?
Couldn't see what was coming
What was in store for me
Nobody knows on the cross path
Where his footsteps will lead
Walking
left-right-left, right-left-right
All of a sudden, she stops in the middle
Frozen in place by a pair of headlights
It's anyone's guess what then happened next
alone.
No one rules and life is not fair.
I'm not your walking clone.
There is no coming back from extinction.
Led by the blind.
Die for the cross.
There
thought we had it all figured out
There was me and there was you and him
I was hoping for a chance to cross you out
But then you came walking in
And it
whole life my pops gave back there in 1963
Stony island by the white castle
Where Muslims sell bean pies, but dope fiends still harass you
Bout 8 changing
life my pops gave back there in 1963
Stony island by the white castle
Where Muslims sell bean pies, but dope fiends still harass you
Bout 8 changing
OF THE ROPE
WORKING ON THE FERRY
MAKE UP FOR THE LOSS
ONE HAND IN THE RIVER
ONE HAND ON THE CROSS
WALKING WITH THE SHEPHEARD
CLOSE TO THE LIGHT
RESTING BY HIS
Through a cross that broke the chains
And set me free
And by His grace and mighty power
I'm getting stronger by the hour
All because His love lifted
they skimmin
Convict them by the day, all in they feelings
What you gon' do when God reveal him
Run to the rocks and the mountains, huh
You quicker like
shadow when the twilight world is calling
The loneliness that knows me by the cadence of my walking
And the scar upon my elbow and the sound of my own
just what you've got
And you'll always make it
Everywhere you go
You're walking to the beat at the battlefield
You're trying very hard not
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
red river flows down the skin of his face
step by step he's walking through the mist life ordains
died by the hand of men who preach in the name
I'm walking by faith
Not by sight
I'm walking by faith
Not by sight
I'm walking by faith
Not by sight
I'm walking by faith
Not by sight
I'm walking
walking out 'cross the floor
I cross my fingers, I tap your shoulder
And I say I've never done this before
But if things don't work out by the next
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
nailed.. this is the setup.
He's walking down the street and he's doing that whacky speed walk...
he's got the buds in his ears, and I don't know what
the church and the school,
In blue, or whatever you say
Well id like to be wrong,
But there aren't any jobs that would suit me anyways.
So walking
hand
Clinging to a rail
Escape, attempts fail
You'll never make it home
Tear the flesh off your bone
Walking in undercurrents is a dangerous zone
I'm
Murder walking round the block
Ending up in King's Cross
Good luck, bad luck waiting in a line
It takes more than the matter of time
Someone told
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