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of you
Though thought and deed are miles apart
It may not mean much, but I still love you
I know it's said all's by time healed
It just takes time to see

When all is said and done
A battle can be lost or won
Your words are forever gone
But deeds can't be undone
Words won't break or bend
'Cause you

to the top let me steer
It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near
It's in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag by my
Feet so I ran it up
Make a little

at the mouth but
Can they walk the walk?
Yo, I live in New York and
That's the city that never sleeps
It's where dirty deeds get done dirt-cheap
And I creep down

life eternally
And what you reap is you
What you sow abundantly
It's your deeds that show your identity
And divinity determines who you got to be
So we

was with us like we should be with us
We coulda had the race problem wiped out by dinner
Economy says we the biggest fuckin spenders
But we tryna

by wires
Til the end of days
Coming up up coming up far away

Life ain’t fair to all
Love defeats all wars
In vain
Life is a hurricane

Within this

Whey hey we're rolling home
Over the waving sea we go
Whey hey we're rolling strong
Back to the home where we belong

Whey hey the deed is done
Ship

always done up brown, by the Irish Sixty-Ninth

Next day upon the battle field, old veterans they were forced to yield
For the rebels had a Stonewall

said 
A little snotty nose dirty denim dirty deed
Got the eagle P.O.V you blinded by greed

I'm a rock like I wanna rock Roll like i wanna roll 
Word

Weakened, I'm at the verge of
Giving into the pain
Repulsed by endless sorrow
I'm cowered from what's next to come

Weakened, I'm at the verge

SONG: Every Beat Of Your Heart
WORDS and MUSIC: Kavi Jezzie Hockaday
Published by: Blue Pie Publishing USA (ASCAP)

God is inside your heart, your

would still be on my feet
Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
cnd I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I

Jehovah bro I'm blown away
Yea, what a relief it is
His wrath is satisfied
And through belief in this
I'm bought by Adonai
And when I think on this
That

quanto funesto al mio riposo!

[Fab Pyrrhus, by my condemning Volusius
I’ve done my duty
Judgment on sentence belongs no more to me
To have his punishment

For many years Egypt was our home
we lived and prospered, we were left alone

All has changed when new king came to power
deeds of our fathers he

of the blood that pours
Look upon ruin and behold these ways
When you remove that leash then you'll end the dog days
Only by hand can you turn that page
Only

expose all their deeds

Though the world is ending
There is no pretending
It’s just the beginning
Glory, glory, freedom
Show us a sign of the times

Stack

sweet
Send lover's tongues by night
In this black kingdom of touch
We hate our life

Blow a kiss to the night
And leave it on it's way now
All

of liquid gold
Raping the soil from its treasure
Stealing the oil to be sold

Leaving Canadian descent
No forgotten deeds left to repent

Black gold rules our

of liquid gold
Raping the soil from its treasure
Stealing the oil to be sold

Leaving Canadian descent
No forgotten deeds left to repent

Black gold rules our

Coming Your Way - Howland Hyatt 
Written by Johnny Hyatt and Stet Howland

You don't know just how far it's gone
with your life careening off

started runnin' fast the moment he hit the track
And he passed those players one by one til he made it to the front of the pack

Don't no one tell me I

run down secret paths
To find, in the cave where we’d hide,

Uninvited guests by your side.
My gift, my rage, my hammer’s kisses
For every conniving