Woorden:
Sleeping At Last Keep No Score

will start. ?Cause God, when life here ends, We?ll beg you for more. In temper we?ll hate you, But please keep no score. Life, it is a mess we wake

On tree branches There are birds instead of leaves. All at once, they lift through trees To reveal the unseen. A blindfold of wings Held us from perfect

always starts like this, A harmless and simple thing to fix. Contagious and spreading quick? Like cracks in ice, Wholly claiming our lives While we sleep

life will start. ?Cause God, when life here ends, We?ll beg you for more. In temper we?ll hate you, But please keep no score. Life, it is a mess we

When the world welcomes us in, We?re closer to Heaven than we?ll ever know. They say this place has changed, But strip away all of the technology And

Sing to me a prayer of hope and strength. I will sing to you As if my chest is glass. As we build, please give us solid ground. When the rain becomes

I?ll make you mine if you would have me. With a silver ring that will hug you tight, Our life begins. Our life begins with this. I?ll prove my love

be the same Because money changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep

sing all our songs And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under For hip hoppin' not robbings, fuckin' beatings or plunder At