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We who were called to be Your people
Struggling sinners and thieves
We’re lifted up from the ashes
And out came the song of the redeemed
The song of the redeemed
The song of the redeemed

Can you hear the sound of melodies
Oh, the sound of melodies
Rising up to You
Rising up to You, God
The sound of melodies
Oh, the sound of melodies
Rising up to You
Rising up to You, God

We have caught a revelation
That nothing can separate us from
The love we received through salvation
It fills your daughters and your sons
Your daughters and your sons

The sound of Your love
The sound of Your love
Is what You’re hearing
The sound of Your sons
The sound of Your sons
You’ve won Your children
The sound of Your love
The sound of Your love
Is what You’re hearing
Your daughters in love
Your daughters in love
You’ve won your children

The sound of melodies
Oh, the sound of melodies
Rising up to You
Rising up to You, God

Que bonito cuando te veo ay,
que bonito cuando te siento,
que bonito pensar que estas aquí,
junto a mi,

que bonito cuando me hablas ay,
que bonito cuando te callas,
que bonito sentir que estas aquí,
junto a mi ay,
que bonito seria poder volar
y a tu...

I Saw You Standing There
Barbed Wire in Your Pocket
You Were Combing Barbed Wire Through Your Hair
You Thought I Didn t Notice
The Skin On Your Teeth Had a Tear
To Make Me Notice
You Started to Shout
Then You and All Your Midgets
Started Flapping Your Tiny Arms All About
They Said You Were the Wise...

It s a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a toongue like a whip, and we re sinking,
It ain t cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool of self evaluation, of ego cultivation
And I m rolling my...

There was no room for me in a room full of you,
There were doors all around, but I couldn t find the keys,
When we ran out of air
We didn t know what to do
Suffocated by love in a room with no view...

Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold, she s got Better Davis eyes
She ll turn the music on you, you won t have to think twice
She s pure as New York snow, she got Bette Davis eyes