faith, baby I am counting on you You know what you've got to do Fight the good fight every moment Every minute every day Fight the good fight every moment
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Pirate Jenny, she got her revenge hey boys hats off to her. Sally Bowles got her man, and he got really hurt. Yeah, me and my friends had some good ideas
Got a visit from the dead dog He slept at the end of my bed last night He could tell I was fading And somehow fighting against the light And everyday
a razor All in good time we throw our options out the window All in good time we go driving off the road Pain and fury, tension ... Balance, glory, triumph
struggle for freedom and for peace Will smash humanity for it's unreal habits With every battle there comes death A world torn between triumph and loss
be alright 'Cause you've got the fight You've got the insight You've got the fight You've got the insight You've got the fight You've got the insight
let the goodness in man Triumph once again We'll fight fury Gonna stop the mighty storm We gotta plant new seed We need to help it grow To let the goodness
ring Into the mouth of the malefic king If the one is cast into the eternal fire The good will likely triumph and the world will again be brighter Fiercely fighting
of hope in Tiannamen square is extinguished. In Romania peoplel fight against the dictator Ceauces-Cu and with his death they win. For once it seems a hope and good
Hand-fed triumph, spoils. Battles which you cant recall fighting in. This fancies your fit. You've settled down for a long winter's nap; Simply grown
and I have special privileges I am God's favorite child No good thing will he withhold from me Because of God's favor my enemies cannot triumph over
and you would not believe The things you didn't see, some pretty, some ugly And the lovely mirrorball reflected back them all Every triumph every fight
Stand up for what is right The question is why we always Stand up for what is wrong Violence in the name of peace Triumph of good over evil Divided
known to resist Sirens of fame and possessions? Threaten to cut off supplies and he'll come out to play. [RUSSIANS] He's a broken man: Good as back in
return to the old slavery! What! These foreign cohorts! They would make laws in our courts! What! These mercenary phalanxes Would cut down our warrior sons Good
Give grace for every hurdle That we may run with faith to win the prize Of a servant good and faithful As saints of old still line the way Retelling triumphs
