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Without dreams of hope
and pride a man will die
Though his flesh still moves
his heart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never
dreams cause he's not free
All men need a place
to live with dignity.
Take the crumbs from
starving soldiers, They won't die
Lord said not by bread
alone does man survive
Take the food from hungry children,
they won't cry
Food alone won't ease
the hunger in their eyes.
Every child belongs
to mankind's family
Children are the fruit of
all humanity
Let them feel the love of
all the human race
Touch them with the warmth,
the strength of that embrace.
Give me love and understanding,
I will thrive
As my children grow
my dreams come alive
Those who hear the cries
of children. God will bless
I will always hear
the Children of Sanchez.
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Love is a hunger
That burns in my soul
But you never notice the pain
Love is an anchor
That won't let me go
I reach out to hold you
But you push me away
You always convince to stay
And I wonder why
We hold on with tears in your eyes
And I wonder why
We have to break down to just make things right
And I wonder why
I can't seem to tell you goodbye
Yeah, I wonder why
I'm no angel
With my selfish pride
But I love you more everyday
Love is an anger
That builds up inside
As the tears of frustation
Roll down my face
Why does love always have to turn out this way
I don't want to fight again tonight
About the little things please baby
I just want to find my way
Back to love
And I'll need you there, baby
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Feelin' low
Rockin' slow
I want to go
Right back where I belong
Way down south in Birmingham
I mean south in Alabam'
There's an old place where people go
To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles
To get jive that southern style
It's an old jive that makes you want
To dance till break of day
It's a junction where the town folks meet
At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care
Come on down, you'll find me there
So long town, I'm heading for
Tuxedo Junction now
Feelin' low
Rockin' slow
I want to go
Right back where I belong
Way down south in Birmingham
I mean south in Alabam'
There's an old place where people go
To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles
To get jive that southern style
It's an old jive that makes you want
To dance till break of day
It's a junction where the town folks meet
At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care
Come on down, you'll find me there
So long town, I'm heading for
Tuxedo Junction now
Tuxedo Junction now
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Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
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