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I remember every place and everytime
That I have sung for family and friends
And the words have their reason and their rhyme
When all the voices there are joining in
And I stood there in the cold and in the rain
And thought of how the water turned to wine
And somehow it always seems to ease the pain
To sing a song for a soul who once touched mine

[Chorus]
Who will sing a song for me
When I抦 ready to go up yonder
I wonder who will sing for me
There are songs I have sung
And when my time has come
Who will sing a song for me
Who will sing a song for me

When I抦 taking my last ride I hope there抣l be
A line of cars that stretches ten miles long
And I pray that everyone remembers me
As someone who was worthy of a song

[Chorus]

Who will sing a song for me
When I抦 ready to go up yonder
I wonder who will sing for me
When I near my resting place
Rock of ages, Amazing grace
Who will sing a song for me
Who will sing a song for me
Who will sing a song for me
A song for me

All the Christian songs,
All sound the same,
All they do is condescend
And condemn,
Everything is dandy,
There s nothing wrong with them.
In this life they can sin without feeling shame.
That s a fallacy because we ve got problems galore,...

He looks like Deniro
She s his Brigitte Bardot
And that s enough to hang around
With those who think they know
But if you ve got the image
And symbols of success
You must be doing something right
To keep up with...

You re cynical and beautiful
You always make a scene
You re monochrome delerious
You re nothing that you seem
I m drowning in your vanity
You re laugh is a disease
You re dirty and you re sweet
You know you re everything I need

Chorus:
Everything you are
Falls from the sky like a star
Everything you are
What ever...

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Raz się zabawisz
I już z kościstą wziąłeś ślub
Za mało czadu
Za dużo jadu
Pieprzonych gaduł
Co państwo mogłoby ci dać
Za mało hajcu
Za mało rajcu
Za dużo szajsu
By na dokładkę jeszcze ćpać
Nie daj się zabić pompując do żył
Dopalacz szybki jak strzał
Patrz...

Daydreamer
Sittin on the seat
Soaking up the sun
He is a real lover
Makin up the past
And feeling up his girl
Like he s never felt
Her figure before
Her joy (?)
Looks good
When he when he walks
He is the subject of their talk
He would...