I WONDER AS I WANDER I WOULDN'T TRADE CHRISTMAS I YUST GO NUTS AT CHRISTMAS I'D LIKE TO HITCH A RIDE WITH SANTA CLAUS I'D LIKE YOU FOR CHRISTMAS IF EVERY DAY WAS LIKE CHRISTMAS IF I GET HOME ON CHRISTMAS DAY IF I WERE FATHER CHRISTMAS ...
I had to reach My heart was a fragile glass, that I had to mend The road was tough but I kept walking, I kept believing I was never gonna give up, never gonna surrender Chorus I'm getting off drugs, being broke and getting rich Gonna get out of this ditch, I won't let it take...
How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveler in the dark Thanks you for your tiny spark He could ...
Towering limestone rises out of the water at sunrise and sunset like a theatre curtain, emerging and then sinking back into the shadows as the night falls. Ankarana, Madagascar, Abigail King. Sabah offers up blood red sunsets and bold, bewildering wildlife. Abigail King. ...
Here Sappho was the acknowledged queen of song–revered, studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of attendants and disciples, loved and hymned by Alcaeus, and acclaimed by her fellow craftsmen throughout Greece as the wonder of her age. That all the tributes of her ...
unison they kiss those dirty little noses and I watch from the sidewalk as they live inside all that love passing by a pure scene in somebody else’s life gives my life meaning, passing through a good scene in somebody else’s life fills my cup it ignites that fire to pour out my ...
All the praise and glory will go just to me While you’ll be swinging high up on the gallows tree Haman: Mordechai, oh ho you’re laughing now But in the sky your doom is written out When the morning comes the last laugh will be mine And I’ll be celebratin’ then while you’ll...
I wanna see inside. Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight. And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me, it happens all the time. Take my number down, I just might hit you. Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she’s got the Mercedes bends. ...
Style Of The Time This is over Can’t you see I’m not even a number When I walk out You will be One more breeze in the summer This door never felt so heavy Paper people line my way Everyone seems to stare When you wander and come my way ...
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