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Without dreams of hope
and pride a man will die Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave Without land man never dreams cause he's not free All men need a place to live with dignity. Take the crumbs from starving soldiers, They won't die Lord said not by bread alone does man survive Take the food from hungry children, they won't cry Food alone won't ease the hunger in their eyes. Every child belongs to mankind's family Children are the fruit of all humanity Let them feel the love of all the human race Touch them with the warmth, the strength of that embrace. Give me love and understanding, I will thrive As my children grow my dreams come alive Those who hear the cries of children. God will bless I will always hear the Children of Sanchez. |
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Love is a hunger
That burns in my soul But you never notice the pain Love is an anchor That won't let me go I reach out to hold you But you push me away You always convince to stay And I wonder why We hold on with tears in your eyes And I wonder why We have to break down to just make things right And I wonder why I can't seem to tell you goodbye Yeah, I wonder why I'm no angel With my selfish pride But I love you more everyday Love is an anger That builds up inside As the tears of frustation Roll down my face Why does love always have to turn out this way I don't want to fight again tonight About the little things please baby I just want to find my way Back to love And I'll need you there, baby |
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Feelin' low
Rockin' slow I want to go Right back where I belong Way down south in Birmingham I mean south in Alabam' There's an old place where people go To dance the night away They all drive or walk for miles To get jive that southern style It's an old jive that makes you want To dance till break of day It's a junction where the town folks meet At each function in a tux they greet you Come on down, forget your care Come on down, you'll find me there So long town, I'm heading for Tuxedo Junction now Feelin' low Rockin' slow I want to go Right back where I belong Way down south in Birmingham I mean south in Alabam' There's an old place where people go To dance the night away They all drive or walk for miles To get jive that southern style It's an old jive that makes you want To dance till break of day It's a junction where the town folks meet At each function in a tux they greet you Come on down, forget your care Come on down, you'll find me there So long town, I'm heading for Tuxedo Junction now Tuxedo Junction now |
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Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces |
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