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Who makes the blind to see, who gives me victory, Who truly sets me free
He's God alone. He's God all by himself.
Nothing is impossible for him
don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup
Is it really over, is this the end of the line?
Don't tell me I'm losing the love that was mine
If you're really leaving, take some part of me
So
still remember this song
Great is the Lord exalted on high
He is greatly to be praised
Great is the Lord exalted on high
He is greatly to be praised
I
He's always there
To brighten up your day
Always there in every way
When it's cold and dreary
And your faith is growing weary
You don't have
Prince Ali!
Mighty is he!
Ali Ababwa
Strong as ten regular men, definitely!
He faced the galloping hordes
A hundred bad guys with swords
Who sent those
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she
Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so
war, bear the mark, storm is near, wild and dark
Bravely rides the avatar of god, the exalted one
Hurling Chaos warlord to the ground for the final
uptown
Each ev'nin' to my tenement
Uptown where folks don't have
To pay much rent
And when he's there with me
He can see that he's everything
Then
He's always there
To brighten up your day
Always there in every way
When it's cold and dreary
And your faith is growing weary
You don't have
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup
's there) with a load (he's there)
That's when Jesus is a comforter (to my soul)
Well you may scorn me turn your back on me
God's got his arms wrapped
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
Early in the morning
About the break of day
The earlybird is working
So his life don't fade away
Spends his life denying that
He's got no time
on by
Most everybody's got seed to sow
It ain't always easy for a weed to grow, oh no
So he don't hoe the row for no one
For sure he's always
a country boy's
Got a wearied back
Cause workin' is all he's known
Ain't got much
Just a blackland farm
But that blackland farm's his own
He don
when he made this land
The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
forget him now that he's gone (now that he's gone)
And remember
That's the way love is, honey
(That's the way love is, sure enough how it is)
That's
The minstrel of the dawn is he
Not too wise but oh so free
He'll talk of life out on the street
He'll play it sad and say it sweet
Look into his shining face
nights wishing it was how it used to be
He spends most of his flights getting pulled down by gravity
I call just checkin' up on him
He's up, 3 AM
I guess he's working late again
I don't need to wonder where he is
But I do
He ought a know that by now
I know his job takes a lot of him
unknown,
He: Far from the cry of the city where flowers pretty caress the stream,
Both: Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in, don't let it abide in my
(Doo dee doo dee doo dee doo)
(Doo dee doo dee doo dee doo)
He don't play football, golf, or guitar
He's never been on Bandstand, Sullivan,
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