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[chorus:]
There is something about the name Jesus
Something about the name Jesus. It is the sweetest name I know
Oh how I love the name Jesus, Oh how I love the name Jesus
It is the sweetest name I know.

Some people say I m crazy but, I can t explain the power that I feel when I call your name (when I call your name) said it s just like fire shut-up in my bones. The holy ghost is moving (yes it is) and just won t leave me alone. There s something

[chorus ]

Said it s sweeter than honey from a honeycomb. I can fell the holy ghost moving and it won t leave won t leave me alone (no, no, no, no, no, nooo) at the name of Jesus (ooohhh) every knee has got to bow (got to bow) so you don t have to wait till the fire comes you can call on him shout praise him do it right now.

[chorus:]
Something about the name Jesus, something about the name Jesus. It is the sweetest name I know Oh how I love the name Jesus, Oh how I love the name Jesus. It is the sweetest name I know, I know, I know, I knoooowwwwww

[repeat chorus ]

It is the sweetest name I knooooowwwwwww
[repeat 5 times ]

[Break it up ]

Oh I love the name Jesus (Jesus)
oh (oh)
oh (oh)
Jesus

Oh god once again, we come into your presence with expectancy in our hearts
God we know your gonna bless us
So we lift our hands in the sanctuary
And we give you glory and honor and praise
Come on, come on

We lift our hands in the sanctuary
We lift our hands...

I know it was no accident to cross your way and understand that
you re the one that I ve been looking for.
It s true, I feel the same for you.
There s nothing else I d like to do, but hold you in my arms for
ever more.

Yes, I just...

verse one:
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be.
Some day you ll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you ll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms.

verse two:
Through these fields...

Ktoś wszystko miał,
ktoś chciał być kimś.
Ktoś nie chciał żyć, kiedy ktoś nie miał nic,
a świat wiruje wkoło, a Ty wirujesz razem z nim.

Cel! Pal! Zaczęto polowanie.
Dzieci jak muchy padają na ekranie.
Wariatka - matka krzyczy w ciszy.
Daleko jesteś tak i nie chcesz słyszeć

Raised On Whipped Cream

Politicians wasted our money for too long,
And religious leaders are raping our children.
So where are the poets? They re all at their slams,
And where are the leaders? Taken out by the man.
Where is my money? I know I had it somewhere.
Someone picked my pocket, probably...