we meet, how we'll love Oh let life so transform me Like leaves we touched we danced We once knew the story As autumn called and we both remembered
room getting it on And they ain't leaving 'til six in the morning T-dot O-dot Feel it, uh Here we here we here we go
child, By,by lully, lullay O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day, This poor young ling, for whom we do sing, By,by, lully,lullay
little tiny child, By,by lully, lullay O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day, This poor young ling, for whom we do sing, By,by, lully
, Sing in exultation, Sing all ye citizens of heav'n above 'glory to God in the highest Choir O come let us adore him, etc. Yea, lord, we greet thee
little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay O sisters too, how may we do? For to preserve this day This poor young ling for whom we do sing By, by, lully
and bright stars Through the perilous light For the ramparts we watched Were so gallantly streaming My country 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty Of thee I sing
O little town of Bethlehem How still we see Thee lie Above Thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in Thy dark streets shineth The everlasting
will we sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, by whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee
O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting
lullay My little tiny child By by lullay lullay Oh, sisters two How may we do For to preserve this day? This poor youngling Of whom we do sing By by
we're dancing around in a freedom ring Come on now oh my land be a jubilee Come on girl Come on boy be a jubilee We will never fade away doves shall
the King of Angels O come, let us adore Him O come, let us adore Him O come, let us adore Him Christ the Lord Sing choirs of angels Sing in exultation O sing
stars together Proclaim the holy birth And praises sing to God the King And peace to men on earth O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie
comes From the waves at cliffs moan, miss We look for leaves on the family tree Ah, thee won't sing Half the rude you brought once has cold We send
spin It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see Misery and famine it compels us naturally Misery and famine great ellipse we bend to thee Misery
When did punk rock become so tame? These fucking bands all sound the same We want our fights we want our thugs! We want our burns we want our drugs!
book (We beseech thee, we beseech thee) Here by the side of the book (We beseech thee, we beseech thee) Here by the side of the book (We beseech thee, we