Many a year ago, there was one
And that one grew to few
And that few to many
And that many became one
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I always saw something different about her
Always saw that she was the one
The one that I needed in my life
And so I give a note to her
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Why am I soo susceptible to this stupid addictness? !
I thought I was gonna get rid of that habit I was weak-a-ted to!
It seems it's just as easy to get back
It's just like catching a cold or a flu
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There are different kinds of gifts
But all is done in the same spirit
At the same time, there's different services done for the Lord
And we all feel it
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Listen to this illustration
I'm telling all the nations
And all the nations with my brothers
My brothers and my sisters
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I've been around the world, travelling the continents
Overlooking it's wonders, and looking to be content
Taking part in various customs, from Ramadan to Lent
Looking over the deprived, and watching their incontinence
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Someone read
Another poets' tradgedy poems
Love poems
With a sad ending
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Everything has a choice
We have the choice to open a window, and to close it
We have the choice to read up your books and we know it
We're never forced, this doesn't really need to be discoursed
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I win and I lose
I behold my selection and I choose
thinking over my decision on a spiritual bottle of booze
I'm already sober... but I don't know what to do...
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back again
bretheren
I'm calling out to my family
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