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another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song
not be afraid What can mere mortals do to me? Yes, the Lord is for me, He will help me I will look in triumph at those who hate me It's better to trust
relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song
the color to the scene A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems Space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love As song and chance
the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song and
make R 'n' B I sing song that go ringy chong Ching chong chong chong ching Psyche, I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid If I offend, I'm sorry please, please forgive For I am triumph
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] As Arsenio Hall would say, things that make you go HMMMM The enemy forces inside, approached a
fullness of His love Oh, the sureness of His promise In the triumph of His blood And when my spirit clothed immortal Wings its flight to realms of day This my song
Mercy triumphs at the cross Love is come to rescue us, Jesus saves Hope is here what a joyful noise we'll make As we join with heaven's song To let
war With the cross of Jesus going on before Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng Blend with ours your voices in a triumph song Christ, the
To tell of triumph or of pain No word of far off battle's cry To draw me out or draw me nigh I will hear the song of root and seed Beneath the ice in
I feel cold, facing the darkness The light's gone away Deep in his castle, he said All land'll be mine There's one thing for sure The triumph of shadow
, hemlock, pus Triumph takes the wings Don't burn the witch The ways of Hell aren't wrong Don't burn the witch Let them brew their song
known that wrings the human breast, and takes and bears them for His own, that all in him may rest. Crown him the Lord of life, who triumphed over
The meek shall inherit the earth That's what the bible says Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph David
the triumph of the soul I know where I wanna walk, I know where I wanna go Come put your hand in mine Everybody's welcome Music is what God wants us to do Sing a song
I sing song It go Ring-a-chong, a-ching-chong-chong-chong-ching Psych I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid If I offend, I'm sorry, please, please forgive For I am Triumph
