Lyrics:
Years ago
I'm a little boy
No, I'm a great big man
No, let's be a little boy
For a little while longer
Maybe an hour?
No Steven
We have to go
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
a hotel room in New York city 'round about the time a friend or ours, Little Steven, was putting together a record of artists against apartheid, this is
in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
And it will go away
You've only lived a minute of your life
I must be dreaming,
Please stop screaming
Steven
I hear my name (Steven)
Is someone
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
This is
burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God
Two words, no guns, break arms
Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal
Free, young boss,
(I see Jesus standing waiting for me)
Once a man named Steven preached about the Lord
Folks were saved then folks were healed as they heard his
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
And it will go away
You've only lived a minute of your life
I must be dreaming, please stop screaming
Steven, Steven, I hear my name
Steven, is
Smiling on time
Roy's keen oh Roy's keen
Roy's keen oh Roy's keen
We've never seen a
Keener window-cleaner
Back up the ladder
Into each corner
Oh, the agony, the ecstasy,
The heart of creativity.
A burning flame that never dies,
In the agony, the artist’s cries.
With every stroke,
He's a keen rambler
Walks all over town
Walks all over town
Mornin' 'til the sun goes down
He's a keen rambler
Two three miles in the mornin'
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Steven Steven Steven
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha
to merge
For him I heed
We're made to merge (it's you)
For him I heed (I see)
For him I heed
For him I heed (am I keen or key or not too keen)
Too
The artist was always the beneficiary
Of the ubiquitous dent
Now,
Ronker Shanken did not say that this was a mere cataclysm of our "eon-century"
No,
meanin'
Don't be scared of speakin' your mind
Everyone gets lonely sometime
Even Steven, even Steven, even Steven, even Steven, even Steven
Stevie,
Mendonca
Artist - Aamir Khan, Darsheel Safary, Tisca Chopra, Vipin Sharma
Vocals - Steven Baitali
Bass guitar - Andy Baitali
Acoustic/electric Guitar - Nico
Ain't no reason , you should be talkin', you a fed dog
Walking how you talkin', you ain't talk it', you a scam artist walkin
Walkin', how you
"Tell Me Again"
(Words and Music by Geoff Moore and Steven Curtis Chapman)
Verse One
A little boy sitting on a metal folding chair,
In what appears
burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God
Two words, no guns, break arms
Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal
Free, young boss,
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