Come, let's worship Him
Celebrate Christ, the King, the Mighty one
Come,
Even after all these years
I miss you when you're not
God is a concept
By which we measure our pain
I'll say
Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try
No people
One, two, one, two, three, four
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In
Look at me
Who am I supposed to be?
Who am I
Reaching, reaching love
Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling,
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry
My mummy's dead
I can't get through my head
Though it's been
Okay start again silly boy, take four
All my little plans
People say I'm crazy
Doing what I'm doing
Well, they give me
Well, well, well, oh well
Well, well, well, oh well
I took
Hey hey
Don't wanna be a drag, everybody gotta bag
I know
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes, she is, think
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
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