And then you get up and get up and get up again Never run down Just keep telling yourself there's no shame They don't know 'bout who we are They don't know 'bout you and I They ain't know 'bout the stars of your eyes Oh hot blood love is gonna get ya

Dear landlord, please don't put a price on my soul My burden is heavy, dear And my dreams are beyond my control Oh yes, they are But when that steamboat whistle blows Oh, honey I'm gonna give you everything I ever had to give, yeah And I do hope that you

Smoke gets in your eyes They ask me how I knew My true love was true I, I of course replied Something here inside cannot be denied, oh no They said, "Someday you'll find All who are love are blind" When your heart's on fire, you must realize So I chaffed

Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flames Someone help me Oh please God help me They are trying to take it all away I don't want to die Guilty as charged

For the Bible tells me so Yes Jesus loves me for the Bible tells me so Yes Jesus loves me Jesus loves me this I know Little ones to him belong They are weak but he is strong Oh, yes Jesus loves me Pressing on the up away Always guide me Lord I pray

La vie Bohème Are we packed? Yes, and by next week I want you to be And you should see They've padlocked your building And they're rioting on Avenue B Benny called the cops

We'll be the stars! No, we're never gonna turn to dust, Oh, no, we're never gonna step too far Yeah, we're holding on to who we are When it's time to close your eyes They will see us in the sky, We can reach the constellations Trust me, all our dreams

You know who you are Somewhere in America, one night Out on the road I saw her face Trying hard to blend in with the others She looked so out of place Wo oh, her eyes, they caught me by surprise They haunt my memory Wo oh, she turned me around Read my

That’s the state of my, state of my, state of my head The only way I’m leavin’ is dead Oh, my eyes are seein’ red Double vision from the blood we’ve shed They don’t know, where we’ve been We got that concrete street skin Oh, our flag is tattered But it

African idea Make the future clear And we are the scatterlings of Africa Copper sun sinking low Scatterlings and fugitives Hooded eyes and weary brows Seek refuge in the night They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one