The Lorda??s my Shepherd, Ia??ll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
O light of life, O pure light divine Thou art in us; our ember is thine Kindle our flame, give hope when we fear Deepen our love, our fire appear. Light
I pray you'll be my eyes And watch her where she goes And help her to be wise Help me to let go Every mother's prayer Every child knows Lead her to
Well, it's a big, big city and it's always the same Can never be too pretty, tell me your name Is it out of line if I was to be bold And say, "Would you
music there it was hauntingly familiar And I see you doing what I try to do for me With the words of a poet and the voice of a choir And a melody, nothing
' dizzy, Lord The band kept us too busy, we forgot about the time They're a band beyond description Like Jehovah's favorite choir People joining hand in hand While the music
sign reads, 'Help the blind' Comin' up the lane callin' Workin' while the rain's fallin' Ragman, your song of the street Keeps haunting my memory Music
on her daddy's farm She always thought that we'd be together Lord I never meant to do her harm Said she could hear me singin' in the choir Me, I heard
man will live forever more Because of Christmas Day While shepherds watched their flocks by night Them see a bright new shining star Them hear a choir sing The music
will live for ever more Because of Christmas Day While shepherds watch their flock by night Them see a bright new shining star Then hear a choir sing The music
pu**y leave that pu**y purple like barney, M'nage a trios, kama sutra, eat that pu na-na until you sing like the choir Lingerie: Girl its me and you
good time was 'Til I had a good time with you If you wanna get the feeling And you wanna get it right Then the music got to be loud For when the music
so we got leg room She give Queen like head so we got head room, my God Than I work her like its my job Her moans are like music to my ears ipod And
with the wire Yo, expert in this profession, the session In 1987, I linked up with the question Eleven years later we shared crop wit Geffen In musical
know life is full of contradictions I'm tryna become a better man Prayin for redemption, each and every day (Hallelujah, as the choir sings) [Chorus Two: sung by choir
ready I wanna love you forever Come on I've been waiting for this moment so long I can't believe that it's on The sweat is beating up on my palm As the choir
the real, they started catching feelings Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva Music
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