Lyrics:
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright assigned
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright assigned
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright assigned
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright
There are soft lights and sweet music playing
I'll be around with the girl by my side
Beneath the soft lights we'll be gently swaying
And when
There are soft lights and sweet music playing
I'll be around with the girl by my side
Beneath the soft lights we'll be gently swaying
And when
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
beautiful dream
Incense and perfume filled the air
The sound of music was everywhere
I met a woman by a babbling brook
She was gifted, she was wise
She
hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us,
Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
A few red lights, a few old beds
We
dumb-ee-doo-aa
Is it true
To hear the fans scream
To stand in the lights
Is just like a dream
What a dream
To be what you are
A rock'n' roll star
To make
struggle by
Champagne and sweet things
While the boys are drunk and hungover
And start again
A disco in an old car park
The music blaring
The DJ lost in his
send some shots through em
Hey, why he talking like a opp, he fuck with our music
Glocky by my side, with hollow points, you know what I'm using
Hey, pop
spoons and coloured light
Will you worship moons in winter's night.
Clothes of sand have covered your face,
Given you meaning but taken my place,
So
you see
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in
Magical Christmas
By Chris Monaghan and Scott Barrier
Christmas lights burning bright
They shine just like the holiday love in your eyes
Candle
the juice
Music's the only thing that brings the dead right back to life
Have faith and it will guide you through the night just like a light
Never say Salt
crowd on its feet
So we can set it off
I've got your back Salt you know I'm never soft
Yo where's your records at?
Right beside me
unaware
Of fragile just-born beings lying there
Asleep, soft, smelling of springtime dewdrops
Moon petals, sunbeam sweet pea barley tea
How to keep you safe
the perfect girl, and I'm at her feet
She's got a voice that's soft and sweet
It's like music to my ears, I can't compete
With all the love and care that she
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