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In the morning glow with so low
the day begins as night her skin
In the of the long dark past,
I'm to see the light.
Through drunken and spinning scenes,
the lifting of weight that freedom brings.
genius awakes with hungover snakes
and re-embers the one more.
from bed to floor.

Sometime, just when you think it couldn't get any worse,
it'll hit you and you realise:
it sure as hell gonna get any better.
So tune into the and listen to the words we say.
it's gonna get far worse it gets better.
Tune the T.V. show, when we will appear to show you the way.
So turn heads to the starry skies above,
give sore eyes a sight.
When host of Angels takes homeward to the Promised Land.
And the stars did align in ninety-nine.
getting ready for the moment to shine.
luck, star-struck.

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

flight with crippled wings and to sing.

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

When the said "Son! Tell the world before it explodes,
the glory of the Crossroads."
I "Lord I make you a deal;
I will if you give me a hit so I can build a 'city on a hill'."
And He said "Son! I if you will."
I 'My sweet Lord' 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 when the its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, at the edge looking over.
to hit the center stage at such a golden and tender age,
shot forth out of the miry clay cuttin' all the along th way.
Born in a manger covered in after-birth we're her for all worth,
with stars above, star below, upon the earth a star is born.