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Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you lovers Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you killers Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on Cause there's a monster living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel, with a hand on my head She say I've got nothing to fear There's a darkness living deep in my soul I still got a purpose to serve So let your light shine, deep into my home God, don't let me lose my nerve Lose my nerve Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now Wo oh hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now Hey now, all you sinners Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on Because there's a monster living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel, with a hand on my head She say's I've got nothing to fear La illaha illa Allah We all shine like stars La illaha illa Allah We all shine like stars Then we fade away.. |
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Man it’s a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun I hear your whisper and the words melt everyone But you stay so cool My Munequita, my spanish Harlem Mona Lisa You’re my reason for reason The step in my groove And if you said this life ain’t good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my lift to better suit your mood Cause you’re so smooth And it’s just like the ocean under the moon Well that’s the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of lovin that could be so smooth Give me your heart make it real Or else forget about it Well I’ll tell you one thing If you would leave it be a crying shame In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out Out from the barrio,you hear my rhythm on your radio You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow Turning you round and round |
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Maria Maria
She reminds me of a west side story Growing up in Spanish Harlem She`s living the life just like a movie star Maria Maria She fell in love in East L.A. To the sounds of a guitar, Yeah, yeah, Played by Carlos Santana Stop the looting, stop the shooting Pick pocking on the corner See as the rich is getting richer The poor is getting poorer Se mira Maria on the corner Thinking of ways to make it better In my mailbox there`s an eviction letter Somebody just said see you later Ahora venga mama chola Mama chola I said a la favella los colores The streets are getting hotter There is no water To put out the fire Mi canto la esperanza Se mira Maria on the corner Thinking of ways to make it better Then I looked up in the sky Hoping of days of paradise Ahora venga mama chola Mama chola Maria you know you`re my lover When the wind blows I can feel you Through the weather and even when we`re apart It feels like we`re together |
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