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on me and sang this song (sang this song, sang this song, sang this song, sang this song) It went a little something like mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb
Passed down through centuries The Order lives and feeds upon them A global fraternity Philanthropy, tactical deception In plain sight throughout all time
Hobble and wade in the love we gave Passing your lip from the wine that we raised then threw away I will lay awake ?til all your power?s gone Chuckling lamb
gone Hobble and wade in the love we gave Passing your lip from the wine that we raised then threw away I will lay awake ?til all your power?s gone Chuckling lamb
Christmas-time Consider well and bear in mind What our good God for us has done In sending his beloved Son. With Mary holy we should pray To God with
speak our faith We use a language no one can explain That's no longer good enough And God knows it's a shame 'Cause if we look to pass the blame We are
When the runners came from Bethlehem All breathless with good news They were passing a baton forward through time The commission, from God?s lips to our
the stomach from a lonely little cloud Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God I searched trough the pictures in a leather-bound book I found a woolly lamb
criticize and the leopard and the lamb lay together truly bound I was hoping in my hoping to recall what I had found I was dreaming in my dreaming god
There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights