My life flows on
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in endless song,
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Above earth's lamentation
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I hear the real though
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far off hymn
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That hails a new creation.
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No storm can shake
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my in most calm
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While to that rock I'm clinging
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It sounds an echo in my soul
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How can I keep from singing?
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What though the tempest
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loudly roars,
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I know the truth, it liveth
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What though the
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darkness rounds me close,
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Songs in the night it giveth.
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No storm can shake
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my in most calm
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While to that rock I'm clinging
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Since love is the
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Lord of heaven and earth,
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How can I keep from singing?
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<간주중>
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I lift my eyes,
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the cloud grows thin,
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I see the blue above it
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And day by day
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this pathway smoothes
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Since first I learned
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to love it.
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The peace of Christ
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makes fresh my heart,
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A fountain ever springing
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All things are mine
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since I am his
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How can I keep from
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singing.singing.singing.
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, huh
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And if they did, don't get all
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arrogant cause that's my kid
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Just be thankful
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that it's good and somebody
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overstood
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Now, the listener in here
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want the same flow but I gotta
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let it grow
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Clever enough to let it go
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if I don't wanna rap no mo'
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And I'll make sure that no one
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ever forgets
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It's immortalized forever
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on wax CD's and casettes
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And when someone goes to the
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store and purchases it for ten
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The life cycle starts
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all over again
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And I was granted this
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music as my soulmate
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to procreate
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and give back what I was given
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a life worth livin And I
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am Still Standing unscathed
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Pain is for suckers to feel
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MC's are running out of
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things to say
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and radio stations running out of
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songs to play, shit!
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We Still Standing, unscathed
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And pain is for suckers to feel
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And MC's running out of
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things to say...
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How can I keep from...
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| The St Philips Boy's Choir |
