Somewhere over the rainbow- way up high in the land that I heard of once Once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow- skies are blue and the dreams
Dipset bitch Fella, Santana, ay Rock the boat don't sink the ship Do you like to get freaky freaky? Do you to get kinky kinky? Yeah, I like to get freaky
This street that we live on Ain't no yellow brick road This paycheck that I bring home Sure ain't no pot of gold When people dream they don't wish
Holy Spirit, come and fill this place Bring us healing with Your warm embrace Show Your power make Your presence known Holy Spirit, come fill this place
[Verse 1:] Oh holy place What a beautiful place Like nothing I've ever seen before Pure rivers flow From your throne Weary seas in perfect peace And appearing
Boss macht mir das Leben schwer dann schliess ich die Augen und mach erst mal Pause und träum vom eignen Haus am blauen Meer ICH HAB NEN BUNGALOW IN SANTA
This street that we live on Ain't no yellow brick road And this pay check that I bring home Sure ain't no pot of gold When people dream They don't wish
The night is growing old veined with threads of early dawn So deal the deck, c?mon Red, c?mon my friend The colour of fire The colour of fury And
of Santa Claus? On Christ-mas, what's the purpose of Santa Claus? On Christmas what's the purpose of Santa Claus Or Saint Nickalaus, I'm sick of this
copyright Crystal Lewis Bring me into the holy place Jesus I want to see your face To feel a tender spirit Of mercy and of grace Bring me into, into
ß macht mir das Leben schwer dann schließ' ich die Augen und mach' erst mal Pause und träum' vom eignen Haus am blauen Meer. Ich hab' 'nen Bungalow in Santa
Somewhere in Heaven There is a place Waiting for you and me He made a promise Gave every drop of blood Died on the cross, so we?d be free Oh, oh, oh
Don't try and tell me you've been looking at me 'Cause I've been looking at you and I can read what you're thinking Don't cut no corners when you're talking
Letra y Música by Dave Browning Señor llévame a tus atrios Al lugar santo Al altar de bronce Señor Tu rostro quiero ver
veces gris, a veces blanco Todo depende del lugar Que tu te fuiste eso es pasado Se que te tengo que olvidar Pero yo le puse una velita a to' mis santos
que esta pasando, este lugar esta temblando, el pueblo esta adorando, Y el Espiritu Santo, por su pueblo esta peleando. (X2) El Espiritu santo esta
tu piel, sangra porque no te puedo ver, sangra porque no te puedo ver. me levanto y rezo, pero ya me estoy cansando porque el santo creo que esta quedando
