spot I met a better man Amen, on the runway Dressed in his best Amen fashion, on the runway Work it, black Jesus Amen, on the runway Dressed in his best Amen
to how this song ends I'm gonna love you forever and ever, forever and ever, Amen! I'm gonna love you forever and ever, forever and ever Forever and ever, forever and ever, Amen
soshite amen Sayonara soshite amen Sayonara soshite amen Ciao Sayonara soshite amen Sayonara soshite amen Sayonara soshite amen Ciao Sayonara soshite amen Sayonara soshite amen
She plays wipe out on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather 'round and sing the guitar Oh I have you got nothing to say? When all words fail
We, we are in love We, forever We're, not gonna stop We'll be, forever And all the stars in the sky And all the flowers in the fields And all the power
: Amen, amen if you've felt the struggles, say ... ... amen, amen, amen pray, say ... ... amen, amen if you rollin?with god, say ... ... amen, amen, amen
-Amen, A-Amen, Amen, Amen With the horns now Amen With the rhythm now Hey Amen, A-Amen, A-Amen, Amen, Amen Everybody now A-Amen, A-Amen, A-Amen, Amen
Amen for Gandhi, for Malcolm X Amen for the uprising of the weaker sex Amen for Babylon, the third world's call Amen for the unity of us all Amen, Amen, Amen
the way that we will for no one else It's the way that we will put pressure on our bones That we never leave alone Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen. Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen. Oracion sin final por la agonia lenta del mar. Rezala, tu tambien por esas tierras muertas
end I'm gonna love you forever and ever forever a nd ever, Amen I'm gonna love you forever and ever forever and ever forever and ever forever and ever, - Amen
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me It was a stylish congregation you could see, they'd been around And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town But over in the Amen Corner
She plays, 'Wipeout' on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather round and sing the guitar Oh I, have you got nothing to say? When all words
Leaf by leaf and page by page Throw this book away All the sadness, all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the glue And all of
September '75 I was 47 inches high Mom said by Christmas I would have A bad ass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after
All is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense
Fred Jones was worn out From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day But he couldn't sleep at night For fear that she in a stupor
