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Paint the streets in white
death is the standard breach for a complex prize
I think its sweet of you and your parents are proud
but I would expect it from anyone now to protect life s indigenous sound...
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, Worship, play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play
How the streets they swell
While the animals make their way through the crowds
If you keep listening you can hear it for miles
And trust everyone quicker with every faint smile....
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, Worship, play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play, Play
Play and worship, Play
And the crowd goes wild
and the camera makes you seasick
God it s so sweet of you and I know you re proud
And the car bomb hits quick click, click, click, faint smile...
It s the same sound...it s the same, same...sound....
And the crowd goes wild
and the camera makes you seasick
God it s so sweet of you and you know I m proud
and the car bomb tick ticks with the same sound
its the same sound
with the same sound....hexagram

I m reaching up
I’m reaching out
To be with You, Lord
I wanna be with You now
There’s nothing quite like
Your voice in my ear
It’s gentle and soft
You know it’s honest and real

I open my hands
And I open my heart

As I lift You up from the earth
Won’t You draw me in
Won’t You pull...

Won t get you what you need on
The trouble crosses and then
No one s gonna make you cry for your love life tonight
Ohhh, how do I know
In a love that is so strong
It s a love crush number one

Come on, come on, come...

[Sheek]
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
When I take it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little...

It was familiar to me
the smoke too thick to breathe
the tile floors glistened
i slowly stirred my drink
and when you started to sing
you spoke with broken speech
that i could not understand
and then you grabbed me tightly

I wont let go
i wont let go
even if you say so
oh no
i ve tried and tried...

Here I go again
Driving to the edge of town
Need to be alone when I m thinking
With no one else around
I ve always been a dreamer
And from here I dream a lot
And now I see the end of Camelot...