Time is time as we can see All the pages in your factory And the movement comes But too slow to come between us Leaves grow green on trees outside As
Take this time to realize That you always shut your eyes In the midst of a trial And everything is always right And I think that it's time This battle
Some say "The walls betweeen us stand so tall" They don't see there's just one sun Shining on us all I say "We each choose roads to call our own" But
It seems to me, you and me Are chasing something What it is does anybody Here want to know? It seems to you, you and me Are forgetting something When
Circle on the Cross By: Keni Thomas (with Kenny Rogers) Daddy got the call sometime in the summer of ?69 Did his tour in the war But the home he was
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What is it for? What is sacred? In my circle of regrets circle of regrets today I'm drawing circles in my memory, in the pages of my life That's me
A greyhound who had lots of speed was surely bound to fail For morning, noon and evening, he'd be chasing his own tail He was running around in circles
Ndabe zitha [King of kings] Nkosi yethu [Our king] Mholi wezwe lethu [Ruler of our land] Lefatshe la bonata rona [This land of our ancestors]
Give me the dust of my father Stand on the face of the ancients Bare all the secret flesh of time itself Follow me I've come so far, I?m behind again
Way up in the hierarchies Mr Big picks up his horn Floats a note down through the lowlands And another star is born Then he turns another billion And
Try to keep from thinking, thinking means remembering Remembering means hurtin', hurtin' ain't so funny Funny how it hits you, hits you out of nowhere
Pretty girl of 16 has fun and runs crazy Ruined girl of 16 now a mother grows lazy Next a 16 year old baby like mother grows lazy And her stomach is churning
Way up in the hierarchies Mr. Big picks up his horn Floats a note down through the lowlands And another star is born Then he turns a deep vermilion And
(Pam Barger) I'm watching fish swimming in circles Leather bag I grip tightly Makes a wrinkle in your brow My friend now you've tried it and what do you
Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends and we notice you don't come around Me, I think it all depends on you touching ground with us. But, I quit
Circle encircles the earth Chance and choice break his heart His innoncent arm moves To save me and I am spared His beautiful arm is bloody and cut off
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