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In the glow with light so low
the day as night shelds her skin
In the of the long dark past,
I'm to see the light.
Through drunken and spinning scenes,
the lifting of weight God's freedom brings.
Till genius awakes hungover snakes
and the dreams one more.
Tossed bed to floor.

Sometime, just when you think it couldn't get any worse,
it'll hit you unaware and you
it sure as hell ain't get any better.
So tune into the radio and listen to the we say.
gonna get far worse before it gets better.
Tune the T.V. show, when we will appear to show you the way.
So turn your to the starry skies above,
give those sore a sight.
When of heavenly Angels takes homeward to the Promised Land.
And the stars did in nineteen ninety-nine.
We're getting ready for the to shine.
luck, star-struck.

On the front of the we shall be born,
under the red and the and the white,
these will take flight.

flight with crippled wings and to sing.

Just a ranch hand in a Texas rock band,
to understand God's masterplan.

When the Lord said "Son! the world before it explodes,
the glory of the Crossroads."
I "Lord I make you a deal;
I will if you give me a smash hit so I can a 'city on a hill'."
And He said "Son! I if you will."
I said 'My sweet it's a deal."

Waiting to hit crippled wings,
to hit with songs to sing,
waiting to hit the screen,
to hit the scene.

So we approach the grand conclusion the receives its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, at the edge looking over.
Waiting to hit the center stage at a golden and tender age,
shot forth out of the miry clay cuttin' all the along th way.
Born in a manger covered in we're her for all she's worth,
stars above, lone star below, upon the earth a star is born.