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Five Iron Frenzy Upbeats And Beatdowns

I walked into the room, and she was right there waiting. Leaning up against the bar, well she was perpertraitin'. Slick as snot her spandex, and blacker

intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a gun. Stop and see weire all alike, and we

[Hey everybody, this is Combat Chuck, And I love this song, because it's about me.] A real life superhero. He's got the Holy Ghost, He's either praising

so Green. So much easier to think that we did this all ourselves, so much easier to let our hearts do what they've felt. To throw our chips up in the air, and

advice. I put a name on something and ever since, I've made an art of building my counterfeit intelligence. Seemingly to me, I am Straightening a world of cluttered thoughts and

should be. Praise God from whom all blessings flow, praise Him all creatures here below, praise Him above ye heavenly host, praise Father, Son, and Holy

s time for us to pull together and stand, as one. All eyes are turning towards the Son. Drop your fists now, what you resent. Let's not forget who we represent. And

's got the Holy Ghost. He's either praising Jesus, or he's making toast. Ain't got no superpowers, ain't got no giant brain, but he would try and help

could be but you The only one love divine My heart, my mind are yours Everywhere I go I see your face through the crowd Everywhere I go I hear your voice clear and