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is sinking the cold war of the world beat around the Bush campaign in the ask yourself absorbing (junior) the economy, myself and i gotta go thank you
I Wanna Tell the World by Michael W. Smith, Mark Heimermann & Toby McKeehan (ed: from DC Talk) on Change Your World I saw you And you saw me And I didn
s also really greedy She never-- His eyes are beady This is my verse, Hello? She-- Look at me! I'm dancin' crazy! You know You're quite the charmer My knight in armour You
together And conducted, something interpenetrable by heaters Made from the world's great Ancient leaders Rzarector, I wanna thank you for giving me A second chance at life, you
let you know that I don't like you in advance But I thank you and I extend their thanks too To everybody saying stuff you know ain't true You need to
never enough You're always there to lift me up When these times get rough I was lost, now I'm found Ever since you've been around You're the women that
left it there For you to find sealed with a tear Remember those nights? Fell asleep at ocean side Cause you weren't lying next to me And I guess you
blood come flowing out of his mouth, you thank the blackest ace Fuck you and your God above, I pity you all. I pity you all 'til you die! 'Til you
knew I was the shit Shiting on everybody That's up in this bitch You know you the shit You know you the shit You know you the shit You know you the shit
belong Is all that I can ask We can do it in the shade As long as I have you And the promises we made Thank you for the promises we break If you made
man! Hoo! (instrumental, guitar & piano) Spoken announcer: 'Let's hear it, Jerry Lee lewis! J.L.L. 'Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!' Thank you very
thank you girl I wanna thank you girl And I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl And I wanna thank you girl Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you
they knew I was the shit Shittin' on everybody that's up in this bitch You know you the shit You know you the shit You know you the shit You know you
Brooklyn would watch as her mother revealed her broken heart in dance. Paradice: Five minutes! Five minutes to show time! Brooklyn: Merry Christmas mommy! Faith: Thank you
Yo, Smity it's time to get witty So hitty, hitty, hitty, hitty, hitman I saw you and you saw me And I didn't even know your name Just one look that
But still not able to break And I'm numb, I'm numb like when you've been driving so fast for so long that it feels as if you're hardly moving at all
I'm saying Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff You know, so Rick, why don't you run