Can I take a moment to tell you how I feel? These words are not just lyrics, no, but they're, oh, so real Let me tell you a story that happens everyday
So I get a call the other day Just about to take off on a flight to L.A. Something in my spirit didn?t want to hear it Can?t be that urgent, it?s gotta
Ever wonder why we sometimes have to go through hard times Even though we?ve been living the best we know how But God has a purpose, a plan, I?ll just
Like the birds to the trees, trees to the leaves Lord, how I need You Like the sun, up in the sky, Jesus, You?re the light Oh, how I need You I?ve had
Everybody, clap your hands, everybody, jump for joy Everybody, make some noise if you love the Lord Everybody, clap your hands, everybody, jump for joy
Control, don?t you think you?ve got control? On these streets, you hold your own Kind of like an island, all alone But what happens when it all goes
Surround me, oh Lord, get all around me Until people see no more me Surround me, oh Lord, let all my enemies see That they can?t harm me ?cause I?m surrounded
Yours Verse 1: Here I am again, knocking at Your door, I know that I have sinned, but please let me in. You`re used to my mouth talking, but listen to
Feels like a lifetime, waiting on my time Wonder, will I ever see the things I heard You have for me? Driving down a winding road decided to let go Falling
Tradução: Los hombres de la Norma. En su testamento.
Tradução: Los hombres de la Norma. Últimos lluvia.
Tradução: Los hombres de la Norma. I WILL.
soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave this town. And keep new passports and get get get get get out now! All the "s" men said "no comment
lil bank (lil bank) Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) What it is We go getting it poppin This is the standard option
time, is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine. To Determine and direct the lives of family men who bear the burden of living up to standard
old man Later on he drove a Roller Chauffeuring for foreign men Dropped his aitches on occasion Said "Cor blimey!" now and then Did the crossword in the Standard
I went to look From the Sky Bar to the Standard, nothing took These boys don't care Got a handful with their projects and with their looks [Chorus:] Where are all the men
: We don't wear that uniform Paper men from pages torn Right off the press (it could be Tass) Suits for the regime The media's gone and had a baby Seventh
