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I love you so much I could die
I love you so much I could cry
This song I sing right now I sing for you
This song I sing, I practiced seven thousand times
I practiced for seven thousand years
Has everyone else practiced their song seven thousand times?
No
I seem to have forgotten
Won’t you lead me to the next verse?
Won’t you tell me what song I sing?
Don’t you believe me?
Won’t you tell me the way?
Don’t you want to hear my voice?
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I’ve got a lover to guide me down
But he’s nowhere to be found
Oh there he is
He says, please don’t ask me to make it so, no, no, no
He says, I promise that you’ll never ever ever have to be alone
He watches me as I pick from the slogans in my hand
I choose one that says something about being some kind of man
But then he says, he says,
I am a lot like you
And I say, and I say,
I am a lot like you too
I found him on the sidewalk, tap him on the shoulder, kiss his wrists, play dead, spend time with dad
He said,
You know I’m here for you
And I’ve seen the green grass
And I’ve gotten to learn so much from talking to you for so long
That you might make me proud one day
You might even believe that I’m a little bit like you
I said,
I might make you proud one day
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Thou Art Thy Sexy Master
03:47
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My lover came down to the garden to browse amongst the lilies
My lover belongs to me
How does your lover differ from any other?
He sets my heart asunder
God, grow
My lover put his hand through the opening
My heart trembled within me
His head is pure gold and his eyes are like doves
His milky teeth are bathed in love, bathed in my love
And his arms reach out to me like gleaming rods of gold
Those rods picked far too many lilies I’ve been told
If I may be so bold
This one goes out to all the shiny boys and big boys and the grace by which they sing
They come around and ask me to sing
I don’t know what song their singing
But they come around and keep asking me to sing
And I don’t know what song they’re singing
I don’t know what song it is
But they tell me to sing
They want to hear me sing
I don’t know what song they sing
So they ask me to sing the most glorious song I’ve ever heard
I don’t know any, I don’t know
So I just end up singing:
God, grow
But that’s not for them, I take him aside and tell him, did you hear me?
He said no, he said no
So I sing:
God, grow, God, grow
He did
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I Am Thine, O Lord
05:12
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I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith
And be closer drawn to Thee.
Draw me nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God
I commune as a friend with a friend!
There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross that narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.
I’m coming, Lord
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