You made me a pallet on the floor Oh, yes, you made me a pallet on the floor When I had no place to go you opened up your door And you made me a pallet
How beautiful upon the mountain Are the steps of those who walk in peace How beautiful upon the mountain Are the steps of those who walk in peace Across
Hey lover, will we ever win? Day is over and the war begins And I don't want to blame you but I do And I don't want to make you think There's something
*LEANING ON THE EVERLASTING ARMS What a fellowship of what a joy divine Leaning on the everlasting arms What a blessedness what a peace of mind Leaning
Hey, this is radio station, Shake That Ass And I wanna see that ass shakin' Toppin' the charts today we got a world premiere From DJ Warren G, hey DJ
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Well, I?m working on the building It's a true foundation I'm holding up the blood-stained Banner for my Lord Well I never get tired, tired, tired of working
We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the
Life's no more exciting after twenty one Than Billy Graham or Mary Millington with no drawers on Piss artists who feel they're owed one after time Rise
Ich steh' am Fenster und hore Schritte auf der Treppe und geh' in mein Zimmer und ich bin dort ganz fur mich Und ohne zu sagen was mich bei?t und ohne
They pass two by two Star-dazed they gaze at the lights on the avenue Just like when love is new It's Saturday night And I know that they think I'm alone
Up on the housetop, reindeer pause Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus Down through the chimney with lots of toys All for the little ones, Christmas joys
Uno, due, tre, quattro Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi Futurist manifesto, futurist manifesto War
The human beings, oh The human beings, oh Blackfoot, Pawnee, Cheyenne, Crow Apache, Arapaho Blackfoot, Pawnee, Cheyenne, Crow Apache, Arapaho Blackfoot
Long ago in London town A man called Ant sat deeply sighing He was wondering Which side of the fence he was on Prick up your ears, prick up your ears
Girl, put on that perfume that I bought you And wear that sexy dress you never wear I walk up and ask you for your number You can act like you don't care
This is for you Ms. Ann Who is now with our Heavenly Father Who made the real commandments Amazing Grace How sweet (How sweet, sweet) The sound (The
The day you pissed me off I told Mike to pick me up I told him you was buggin' and I don't like to fuss He said he would look out for me if I needed a