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I know that look in your eyes
I see the pain behind your smile
Please don't hold it all inside
Together we can run
To the finish line
And when you are tired
I'll carry you
I can't walk this road without you
You cannot go it alone
We were never meant to make it on our own
When the load becomes heavy
And your feet too tired to walk
I will carry you and we'll be carried on
Share your burden now
I will listen
And when I'm weak
Will you hold me to the truth
That we can go on, for we are carried
Three strands of chord
Cannot be easily
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A one... two-- A one... two... three... four...
Half a bee, philosophically,
Must, ipso facto, half not be.
But half the bee has got to be
Vis a vis, its entity. You see?
But can a bee be said to be
Or not to be an entire bee
When half the bee is not a bee
Due to some ancient injury?
La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep upon my knee,
Some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric the half a bee!
Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee,
Eric the half a bee
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la la la la la la la
la la la la LA
la la la la la la la
la la la la LA
[Kool G. Rap]
Last night got caught in a gunfight I think it was like
four niggaz clutchin they burners and bustin
but only could see one in sight
The one on my right yo son he like we both got gripe
He wanted my life come at a nigga
with a gun and a knife
He tryin to make the wiped out nigga layin up under the white
But I ain't tryin to go up in no dark tunnel
and burn to the light
And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night
And don
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I ekot av fäders stolthet
Vår hednaorden väpnar sig till kamp
Att bardas med kristus veka bröder
Ett blot till gudamakters ära
Nu hammarslagen rungar över skyn
Med högaktning vi hyllar våra anor
Med ravnakungens bävsamma kraft
Och styrka till sinnet av mjödets sötma
Vi skola handkraftas och dräpa
Himmelrikets svaglynta gesäll
Hednisk i hjärteblodet
Lekamen sjuder av stridslust och hat
Segertåget sveper genom Svea Rike
Nordens söner,
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