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(Traditional/Brian Ahern)
Troubles and trials often betray those
On in the weary body to stray
But we shall walk beside the still waters
With the Good Shepherd leading The Way
Those who have strayed were sought by The Master
He who once gave His life for the sheep
Out on the mountain still He is searching
Bringing them in forever to keep
Going up home to live in green pastures
Where we shall live and die never more
Even The Lord will be in that number
When we shall reach that Heavenly Shore
We will not heed the voice of the
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Well, the very first time
I saw you darling
Not one single word
Would come to my lips
Yes, the very first time
I saw you darling
Not one single word
Would come to my lips
You see, I was so afraid
You wouldn't love me
I wanna tell you right now
I was frightened right down
To my fingertips
So baby, when you went away
That unlucky day last September
I was like a little lost boy
In the wilderness
Baby baby baby ...
When you went away
I was like a little lost boy
In the wilderness
And I've just been sitting here
Think
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there is this energy
that flows from withing
there is this volition
that's constantly repressed
the ability to connect
to live and love without regret
exists inside the self
before barriers obscure it
subdued by artificial means
bondage that bites into weak flesh
sedatives to tranquilize
drain the meaning from our lives
a theft, a self imposed sentenced
doomed to watch devoid of passion
we cannot stand idly by
as the years are drained from our lives
real truth and interaction
obscured by false pretense
do you think
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Blackball
In this world of hate and shallowness
Where enemies become your consolation
And those of us who win the game give up our minds
I don't call that winning
Say this doesn't apply to you
But ask yourself first
What have I done today to win the game
And just what have I sacrificed
Win the battle lose the war
I know I've played this game before
When people were still real
I don't want this anymore
It's time for me to close the door
There's nothing left to feel
Reflect on all our yesterdays
My own words choke me
Why were the
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