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forever on That range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry As the riders loped on by him As he heard one call his
He was a cook at a dead-end job, 26-years-old She moved back to Atlanta, fucked over by her father she had got disowned He was a ? for the rap, but
enough to take the wheel and drive Your hands, your heart, your eyes, you made me realize I hear your call All of my senses are turned on We're on our own
love is by your side No don't be so sad 'Cause life is too short to live No don't be so sad I'll be mad if you're this It's alright The message
put their souls to rest And stop their ceaseless sighing? Why do they call out children's names And speak of one who's crying? MRS. MEDLOCK: Well,
is a beautiful reflection of the moon That is the story told by pain Still hesitant to call it love How long will the nearing star Show me your dreams
have is now. You are carried by many hands. You are so light, baby you are just a shell. Someone call the doctor, cause the boy ain't feeling well.
can't you feel the call? Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace Oh, hate living, the only heat is
Unselfishly loving With both words and deeds Doing our best To treat all the same Changing the world by Calling their name If we could only call their names
Unselfishly loving With both words and deeds Doing our best To treat all the same Changing the world by Calling their name If we could only call their names
Peter: Repent, and be baptised every one of you, in the Name of Jesus Christ, for to you is the promise, and to your children, and to all that are
the charge, a raider has entered the battlefield Sabotage, the game is about to unfold As the darkness falls and Arabia calls One man spreads his wings,
A TICK OF THE CLOCK THE DOORSTEP OF DOOM NOW ONE STEP CLOSER TO IT SOW THE KILLING FIELDS REAP THE TREMBLING HORDE ASSERT TOTAL CONTROL
She's more than just a pretty face In a late night bar More than just a pair of tight jeans Sitting in your car She's more than a last call kiss
good at twenty-three You're living like a passive dream, oh yeah It's easier to say You're a penniless recluse But when life had passed you by Did you
Gonna’ tell you a short sweet story Of a little guy He used to stay at home from 9 to 11 No one to play around At drinkin’ he was good but
Hillbilly Disco Well it's Saturday night and the moon is bright Baby, I've got a fever There's a beat goin' down in this honky tonk town Jumpin'
to change She didn't wonder then She didn't think it strange But then he got a call He had to leave that night He couldn't say too much But it
Take me, can't you feel the call? Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace Oh, hate living
Rambling around Wondering how Will I find a way out Of this thing called life Are you afraid? Baby, it's hard Dance it away Release the painTime
Rambling around Wondering how Will I find a way out Of this thing called life Are you afraid? Baby, it’s hard Dance it away Release the pain Time
and understanding So friendly standing side by side Your eyes can watch what they can't hide You're so wrong in what you do It is just a shame for you It is
it needs (Call it what it is, call up what it is) You don't need to act like this You don't need to talk like this You don't need to run around
on the news hope moms ain't afraid of the kid Nevermind what I did wanna call but she might call the law on the kid For this allegory A book full of tails in
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