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There are many prodigal sons
On our city streets they run
Searching for shelter
There are homes broken down
People’s hopes have fallen to the ground
From failures

This is an emergency!

There are tears from the saints
For the lost and unsaved
We’re crying for them come back home
We’re crying for them come back home
And all your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home

There are schools full of hatred
Even churches have forsaken
Love and mercy
May we see this generation
In it’s state of desperation
For Your glory

This is an emergency!

Sinner, reach out your hands!
Children in Christ you stand!
Sinner, reach out your hands!
Children in Christ you stand!

And all Your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home

When I m in Berlin you re off to London
When I m in New York you re doing Rome
All those crazy nights we spend together
As voices on the phone

Wishing we could be more telepathic
Tired of the nights I sleep alone
Wishing we could redirect the traffic...

Up he comes now for thrills
Man locks in for the kill
Breathing is fixed for the time
Image burns in and is sealed in my mind

Can I move from my call?
Cautious looks say it all
Cold control to impress
Fate takes control of my moves for...

You ve been biting bullets all these years, I know
There beside yourself, choking back tears
And you aced avoiding possibility
When you made your bed upon the bittersweet

Oh now don t you worry
There s no need to be sorry
There s still time to step lightly

Cos the love you used to feel is...

Y baila, baila sin pararse, sin pararse
Como mi amor por ti

I tell you what I use to do
Not to feel blue
It s like a trick that can change your life

You simply have to
Sing a song
Any happy song
And your troubles turn into a smile

There is no need of living this way
In...

Stories came like the wind
Joining every bridge in the wind
Ringing out footsteps
Calling out stell-heels
I give voice
I give breath
Count out evenings and stars
How fast can these things move on
Taking roots back to yourself
And...