Lyrics:
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
come home from work!
Ooh! Sittin' down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you
Burning through the forest floor
That's our home
Where do we go
Cooped up in this wooden cage
c thousand and one
There should be none
Toxic clouds
niggas poor
I open Greenwood and show niggas that we is more
Than stickin' green under the beams in momma's wooden floor
And I know some secrets that
Bugs will bite the dust being buried by rocks
Being bitten by birds burning up when it's hot
Bugs come alive in the grass and the dark night
Fear
And why were we driving in a convoy? Who goes book shopping by convoy? I don’t read anymore as you know, all the same, nobody goes book shopping by convoy.
Standin' on a corner suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his corset, says to Jane
Who's in her vest
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band
Friday night's
talons
I tear myself to shreds
One million new birds
Painting rainbows in between
Throwing rocks at stars
And singing like they're Queen
It's times like
The blue of the sky
The cool of the morning
I got nothing on my mind
Only love that's coming
The birds and bees
I find it
The sun through
came the cars
Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin' by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back
I pour
Fly like a bird
Take to the sky
I need you now, Lord
Carry me high
Don't let the world break me tonight
I need the strength of You by my side
Open up that wooden door
I wanna run where the birds are singing
I wanna feel the wind on my shoulders
And I wanna feel water in my eyes
Sting again
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