Lyrics:
'Tis sweet to be remembered on a bright or a gloomy day
'Tis sweet to be remembered by a dear one far away
'Tis sweet to be remembered, remembered,
groovin' it has just begun
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
We got a little message that you're gonna enjoy
Ain't no sense in dodgin' the facts
Nobody but you.
Yes, I do mean you,
Come on and let me get a message to you.
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know,
She's sitting here by my side.
Lovely
girl
There you are like a spider in the corner
Vibrating messages of dark
Vibrating messages of dark
Pornography reassures a man
Fills him with delight
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by James Young
All hail to the Lords of the Ring
To the magic and mystery they bring
To the music in
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
the message, am I running out of time?
Someone, someone is trying
In search of something, death by numbers
(Getting closer)
Someone, someone is dying
on the telephone
And tell him that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear him on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there is
Always planning, never manifesting
Father, please help me send him this message (this message)
Always planning, never manifesting
Father, please help me
try to get the people out alive
Movin' cross the ocean with the flag of death a'flyin'
The demon butcher pointin' out the message on the tide
was entertaining me
But then turned and was stunned, by her panic and her misery
And I was in the get-away car
Giving him a chance, to get away
try to get the people out alive
Movin' cross the ocean with the flag of death a'flyin'
The demon butcher pointin' out the message on the tide
My message this evenin'
Is simple indeed
Wherever you wander
Whatever your creed
There's just one thing baby
That comes from above
When push
lw’omukwano gwo nakyuka
Ne feelinga ng’eyatuuka
Message yo yatuuka
Message y’omukwano gwo yatuuka
LYRICS PUBLISHED BY: PROMOTER MUSA
What the fuck is this world
Running to, you didn't
Leave a message, at least I
Could have learned your voice one last time
Daily minefield, this
a bandito
Carmela had left him alone
But today someone brought a message
She'd been seen in old San Antone
Cross the Brazos at Waco
Ride hard and I'll make
One two three four
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry
Walk on by
Walk on by
Foolish pride
I break down and cry
Cry
clever
And he made the people laugh
When he got across the message
To walk along life's open path
They built him his own puppet theater
Decked out
actual birthday is at Christmastime
I get a feeling, deep in my soul
It's a four-letter word and it's taking me home
It goes L-O-V-E
The message is
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Peter 3:15, 2 Timothy 4:2
Enough of the sidelines, gotta get in the game
When nothing is ventured, nothing
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting
outer space
And this is how the message ran
Science fiction
Double feature
Dr. X will build a creature
See androids fighting Brad and Janet
Ann
function, operate
I will be a satellite of hate
A satellite of hate
Driven to this point by a chain of events
Each one pushed me nearer the edge
Gonna
Praise Him, praise Him.
Praise Him, praise Him.
Praise Him, He's the king of kings.
I have never seen the image of a bald head Jesus yet.
I
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