Lyrics:
In the upper room with Jesus
Singing in tears blessed fears
Daily there my sins confessing
Beggin for his mercy sweet
Trusting his grace
with a stiff, stiff upper lip
Like a dog and I howl
I bite everything
And I'm big and I know
And I'll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
In the upper room with Jesus
Singing in tears blessed fears
Daily there my sins confessing
Beggin for his mercy sweet
Trusting his grace
find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
If only in my dreams
Mmh
Lana Del Rey
Kacey Musgraves
with a stiff, stiff upper lip
Like a dog and I howl
I bite everything
And I'm big and I know
And I'll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams if only in my dreams
Mmm
Lana Del Rey kacey Musgraves
Kacey Musgraves!
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In the upper room with Jesus
Sitting at His blessed feet
Daily there my sin confessing
Begging for His mercy sweet
Trusting in His grace
Pain-killered up, clearin' up bubbles like it's candy crush, yeah
We're trippin' on them uppers tonight (all geeked up), uh
Gassed up, girl, I hate
Feeling Upper, Upper
Feeling Upper, Upper
Feeling Upper, Upper
Feeling Upper, Upper
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Wa bona le nnou lyk lesilo
In the upper room with Jesus
Singing in tears blessed fears
Daily there my sins confessing
Beggin for his mercy sweet
Trusting his grace
In the upper room with Jesus
Sitting at his blessed feet (feast)
Daily there, my sin confesses
Begging for his mercy, sweet
Trusting his grace
In the upper room with Jesus
Singing in tears blessed fears
Daily there my sins confessing
Beggin for his mercy sweet
Seeking help in loving
no idea what it means
But that isn't the story we're here to tell
On this arguably festive winter's evening
Kacey Musgraves is getting ready for her
and through?
It isn't roast beef, or ale, or home, or mother
It`s just a little thing they sing to one another
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
Carry on, old
women
To the upper east side Mombiles
To all the Jamaican girls
And to the topless dancers
(Australian)
(And Brazilian)
(To the southern belles)
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
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In the upper room with Jesus
Sitting at His blessed feet
Daily there my sin confessing
Begging for His mercy sweet
Trusting in His grace
that today and every day is grand
Oh, I apologize, so sorry 'bout the timing
But you know, something that I never had was the upper hand
Lonely ship
Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons
It's hard to save a dollar, the way the world runs
You're the target market of a corporate joke
It
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