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The trumpet scatters its awful sound
Over the graves of all lands
Summoning all before the throne
Death and mankind shall be stunned
When nature arises
To give account before the judge
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Hallelujah, the bugle call
Didn't make me feel tall
Bang your head to your favorite song
It's very mechanical
Hallelujah, the oom-pah-pah
Didn't force me to waltz
Bang your head to your favorite song
It's very mechanical
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No One Fed Me So I Stayed |
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Angel Angel come here.
Cut and lay.
The Moon bright tonight.
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He was born here
He should die here
So what can we do without You?
He was born here
He will die here
And what can we do without You?
Oh no, he's already gone, oh no
Top down Jimmy in a stagecoach
Top down Jimmy should have stayed
Top down Jimmy in a stagecoach
Top down Jimmy should have stayed
Jesus should know about that Wednesday
Yes, Jesus should know about that Wednesday
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Late in the night
When the feeling isn't right
Holy night
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Frenzied Handsome, Hello! |
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I will play a game with You today like yesterday as You lay.
Heart till day.
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