| as were singin' for the singer our hart strings ring nearer to thee.
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| let us celebrate with song of songs and
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| odes that man has never ever sung and
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| even if the melody’s a flop we’re
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| gonna sing your way right through the top.
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| how to sing a spirit song skipped a generation
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| so we sing as on the vine outside o' the time
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| line us up no time to play not do our own thing on this day
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| we got rhyme and reasoning do the word just like breathing.
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| let us utter with the music modulations.
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| hum and twitter like the kettle on the boil.
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| pipe and chirpin' with the birds and their words all
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| do anoint the King of Kings.
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| Zion is the place where praise plows the soul and
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| finally outta control.
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| Pappa began song, to point to our purpose
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| with our bedroom clothes on.
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| I am is… no matter how I «feel».
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| The compass kids are sailing through the ol' humdingers
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| sobbering slingers = sonship shape singers. |