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From the beginning to the end
He's my saviour and my friend
In the Bible, St. John says
In the book of Revelation, he tells
How best to live our
through the town
You gon’ show me around
St. Johns Newfoundland poppin’
When I get into town
We gon’ slide through you gon’ show me around (Yu)
City boy
When she had twenty years she turned to her mother
Saying Mother, I know that you'll grieve
But I've given my soul to St John the gambler
Tomorrow
what they saying dawg
Had to hit the brakes before I can't respond
Said she needed space she went to St. John
Weed and percocets turned me to a monster
And Hell followed him
THE APOCALYPSE OF ST. JOHN THE APOSTLE: Chapter 5
5:12
dicentium voce magna dignus est agnus qui occisus est accipere
Seven Seals
THE APOCALYPSE OF ST. JOHN THE APOSTLE: Chapter 4
4:10
procident viginti quattuor seniores ante sedentem in throno et adorabunt
See the low fires burning at the Feast of St John
See the heroes returning, all but one
And I’ll be with you brother if good fortune allows
‘Cause
You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life
You are the most beautiful thing these eyes have seen
I met you at St. John's
the Old Polina
You need not try my sons
We challenged all both great and small
From Dundee to St John's
Art Jackman set his canvas
Fair Weather
second hand
One someone used before
And after every fishing trip
My father always swore
That someday he would save enough
To go to St. John's town
st john the seagulls swing
The statues stare they're whispering
December's the look in your eyes
This couldn't mean that much to you not to know
gonna follow that water
And find my dream
Where St. John be waiting on me
To wash my sins away
Hey St. Christopher pray for me
Cause baby I'm on my
and an apple
Say the bells of Whitechapel
Old Father Baldpate
Say the slow bells of Aldgate
Pokers and tongs
Say the bells of St. John's
Kettles
Es ist Vollbracht, aria from St John Passion, BWV 245
It is difficult to transform works as perfect as St. John Passion Aria. We are afraid
Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
Oaktown, LA, San Fran, St. John
People give your ears, so I be sublime
It's
you're ready, the people rockin' steady
You're drivin' big cars, get your gas from Getti
I'm DMC in the place to be
I go to St. John's University
you're ready, the people rockin' steady
You're drivin' big cars, get your gas from Getti
I'm DMC in the place to be
I go to St. John's University
Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
Oaktown, LA, San Fran, St. John
People give your ears, so I be sublime
It's
Coney Island
Coming down from Downpatrick
Stopping off at St. John's Point
Out all day birdwatching
And the craic was good
Stopped off
gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell
Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle
I'll play every number that I can play
I'll see you maybe
can be myself and live another day
Take me back to my southern ways
Where the tall pines blow and the St. John's flows, and only God - he
Knows,
unashamed
They talkin reckless what you 'spectin from the walkin dead
You try to give em life, they want that death instead
But 1st John make it clear what
man
But I get girl from Cruz
And I get girl from St john
New slang, new slang
I spitting that new slang
I ain’t never had nothing
Man been broke for too
Ju Ju man
Doc says you're fine, or dying
Please
Nine-oh-nine, St. John Divine on the line, my pulse is fine
But I'm running down the road like
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