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haircut and clothes we're really all the same. They threaten our lives with nuclear war. Gonna cruficy us. just once more. Join the new church. Be a lord of the new church hey. Truth can't be found on
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only heaven I'll be sent to. Is when I'm alone with you. I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen. Amen. Amen. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
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We're in the heart of the city. Where the alligator roams. I ain't got one penny. Just got a shirt on my back. I left home in a hurry. I ain't never goin' back. I'm lookin' for a lover in the
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of sin yeah, we just can't deny it. City of sin yeah, we just cannot fight it. City of sin, raise a glass and lets toast to it. We're singing, welcome to the city of sin Sin, sin, sin. City of sin
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City of the angels. City of the angels Walkin' and talkin' and laughin' about. Dreamin' the things that you won't will work out. People in places where you want to be. I'm lost in the city, who's
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(Bator/James). The city eats it's children of dust from the cradle to grave. Drag their captives through the deep-sleeps of life. Ghosts of. dream-dwelling slaves. The stranger scares the
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(Bator/James). A Roman is invading Britain after hundreds of year. With a pope. star's world tour amidst fanatical tears. A false prophet, the. bible warns us. Who's wearing a crown. Deceiving
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in church. (In church). Which chance?. (Same church). Come here children. The Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. (Ooh ooh ooh). We're gonna be happy, for the rest year of our life. Singin
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in church. (In church). Which chance?. (Same church). Come here children. The Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. (Ooh ooh ooh). We're gonna be happy, for the rest year of our life. Singin
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in church. (In church). Which chance?. (Same church). Come here children. The Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. (Ooh ooh ooh). We're gonna be happy, for the rest year of our life. Singin
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You're the God of this city. You're the King of these people. You're the Lord of these nation. You are. . You're the light in this darkness. You're the hope to the hopeless. You're the peace
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go under. Dancing this ball and chain around. It ain't no dirt to be found (Angel of the city). Now you're watching over me. (Angel of the city). Tell me where can you be. In time I'll find you
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Lipstick killers of London Town. The street-beat cool of New York City. The cat walks in Gay Paree'. Struttin'through towns without pity. Nighstalkers/We are the streetwalkers. Just you and me/A menace
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the lounge. Following the neon signs. Waiting for a roar. Looking at the mutating skyline. The city is my church. It wraps me in the sparkling twilight. Chorus. Waiting in a car. Waiting for the right
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Throw away yesterday. Today is a brand new day. Throw away yesterday. Today is a brand new day Welcome to. The church of what's happening now. Head straight through. It costs nothing but change
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perfect could this be. In the City of Love?. Couples (In the City of Love). Isabella In the City of Love. Ferb (In the City of Love). Isabella We could try some fancy cheese. Or peruse the galleries
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Precious years of memories. Oh, what joy they bring to me. How I long once more to be. With my friends at the old country church How I wish that today all the people would pray. Like we prayed in that
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This is the City of the Dead. As we lie side by side in bed. I'd do something else instead. It is the City of the Dead When we went out kickin' around. But you got drunk an' fallen down. An' I
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neon signs. Waiting for a word (waiting for a word). Looking at the milky skyline. The city is my church (the city is my church). It wraps me in its blinding twilight. ♪. Waiting in the car. Waiting for
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at me!!. Ain't no love (take 'em to church) in the heart of the city. Uh, uh, uh - my nigga where's the love?. Ain't no love, in the heart of town. *. Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and
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A city freeze, get on your knees. Pray for warmth and green paper. A city drought, you're down and out. See your trousers don't taper Saddle up, kick your feet. Ride the range of a London street