You're the only prayer I need to make me feel blessed We're a thousand miles up and I'm 'bout to get higher Feel my heart beating out my chest Singing oh oh oh Oh my love, let me be your fire (Hey) oh my love, let me be your fire I won't be afraid

We meet and the angels sing The angels sing the sweetest song I've ever heard You speak and the angels sing Or am I reading music into every word? Suddenly the setting is strange I can see water and moonlight beaming Silver waves that break on some

Would you just accept if we murdered your children? 50 young niggas sellin' crack for a livin' Single income and he tired of the feelin' "Momma, I'm a man," gotta show her that he meant it It's a cold ass world, gotta show 'em that he get it Watch a good

(Hey) Can anybody hear me? Is anybody out there? Driving around the city with my head down low, low See trouble up ahead and 2 ways to go, go One will bring tears to my baby's eyes And do you hear them angels cry singing You are not alone You are not

Ay ay ay, ay ay ay let it rain over me Girl my body don't lie, I'm outta my mind Let it rain over me, I'm rising so high Out of my mind, so let it rain over me A billion's the new million Dale muñequita ahora ahi, and let it rain over me I was playing

It ain't over til it's over Ooh-oh ooh-oh ooh-oh They can say they do and my eyes on the horizon When I wake, all I see is the sun rising Just when I thought I said all there was to say I get the last word, It ain't over till it's over Just when I

"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell

Mh, mh macht der grüne Frosch im Teich Mh, mh macht der grüne Frosch Anstatt qauck, qauck, quack quack, quack Mh, mh, mh, mh, mhmhmh Und die Fische singen Und die Enten schnattern Schatter-di-schnatter-di-schnatt Und der kleine Frosch macht Und die

With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride Married to a dream with a mistress named music I still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys Just five years old,

And today, you know, that's good enough for me Breathing in and out's a blessing, can't you see Today's the first day of the rest of my life And I'm alive and well Yeah, I'm alive and well. So damn easy to say that life's so hard Everybody's got their