If I forget You, O Jah May both of my hands wither And may my mouth freeze If I forget how I felt at Your feet If I forget You, O Jah May both of my
Whomsoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High Live under the protection of the Shaddai I say of my Lord that He is my fortress That He is my own love
I wanna make something beautiful for You and from You To show You, to show You I adore You, oh, You And Your journey towards me which I see and I see
There is no holy one like You You install kings and take them down Truly there is no one beside You You made all of creation with wisdom May the glory
I say goodbye to all my sorrows And by tomorrow I'll be on my way I guess the Lord must be in New York City I'm so tired of getting nowhere Seein' my
Close your eyes, Leave the world behind. Find a place, Deep inside. Where - you imagine, That love never dies. In the night, When you reach for
Downpressor man Where you gonna run to? Downpressor man Where you gonna run to? Downpressor man Where you gonna run to? All along that day You gonna
Sure hate to see u looking so sad Delicate man it needn't be that bad U sit with me and I will listen
A scream, a shout far in the distance Maybe the first or second floor And curtains coloring the windows Never see behind closed doors A silent siege
Sing, oh, you righteous to the lord It's right that the upright should acclaim Him Sing to Jah with your guitar Turn up your bass amp, whack it up all
4 my love this night I have Your baby in my belly All my life I'll love you for The life you've given me So love no longer be frightened I will never
I heard a voice asking what happens after the fire And then a sound of breaking window and the scream of a tyre And then the sound of a distant gun and
Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling Come, sit you down upon my knee And tell to me the very reason Why I am slighted so by thee I'm so deep in love
I am living while I am living To the father I will pray Only Him know how We get through every day All the hike in the price Arm and leg we have fe pay
I am not a liar, and I'm not full of hatred But I hate lies and so the liars hate me The same who can't stand the sight of a starving baby? can you really
Streets Of London Sinead O'Connor, Mary Hopkins, et al. Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market kicking up the papers, with his worn-out
It's making me do things, I don't want to do. It's poisoning me, weakening me, You can't see. It's lessening, like you. I'm still listening. Still listening
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