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[RZA] Christians say that you can study all day pray all day, and chant all day But you get to heaven faster if you hang with the wise men Yeah I would
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C'est toujours pour l'amour qu'on devient fou Ca doit etre plein d'amour parce que c'est plein d'fous tout partout Comme si on avait tous peur de se l
Silent Well I'm wrapped around your finger I'm never letting go You know I'm happy just to linger And let the feeling flow This must be an illusion
The wind picks up And the birds surround us You cover up, you settle down Drink from the well, drink from the fountain It feels like a Sunday the morning
In the dessert where the stars are bright And constellations rule your life Long ago three kings set out To follow a peculiar light What did they see
Poco molto poco ma ma ma ma ma ma ma io so poco ma ma penso tanto ma so poco molto poco anzi niente l?uomo sapiente ta ta ra penso tanto ma so poco molto
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Y a comme un vieux menage a faire Dans les ecoles et les cimetieres Tous alignes pareil Pourquoi y en a pas un qui bouge Meme au milieu des drapeaux rouges
I can?t look at what we?ve done And make it all ok All hope is found in you We know it?s found in you Take us and let us see All we need is to see Let
War birds fly in tight formation, across the blackened sky A thousand engines roar, tremors of the approaching storm One man's insanity, revenge and retribution
(Instumental) This piece was written by seeing the journey of the wise men. The opening note on the piano is the Star of Bethlehem. The shimmering
Maybe We'll Come Maybe We'll Go It's all for you (This is all for you) maybe this time around we'll know what to and what not to do and we'll go on thinking
well i'm wrapped around your finger i'm never letting go you know i'm happy just to linger and let the feeling flow this must be an illusion i know this
you are preaching so geat truth, you are teaching so fine, you involve crofts they believe in each of your words there is no false in that things you
This time, praise is truly a sacrifice Sorrow is a sage So now I wait, I never dreamed I'd be here As a sacrament to be raised and then broken, it never