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I met her in church, I met her in church. On a Sunday mornin'. She looked at me, with eyes aglow. As the choir sang a 'Hallelujah'. (Hallelujah) I met her in church, I met her in church
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I met her in church, I met her in church. On a Sunday mornin'. She looked at me, with eyes aglow. As the choir sang a 'Hallelujah'. (Hallelujah) I met her in church, I met her in church
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I met her in church, I met her in church. On a Sunday mornin'. She looked at me, with eyes aglow. As the choir sang a 'Hallelujah'. (Hallelujah) I met her in church, I met her in church
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me At the porch of St. Mary's. I'll wait there for you. In your soft wedding dress. With its ribbons of blue In the church of St. Mary's. Sweet voices shall sing. For you and me, dearest. The
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(Bator/James). When the heroes have all died away. Priests and politicians. have all lied away now. Actors after all were only acting. Church killed knowledge. Took the world a slave. Ya gotta
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the preacher spends all the money. No dont care if the choir director is funny. (I Really dont care) The only thing that matter is (this). Is my business with the Lord. I dont have no heaven or hell
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Bài hát Take Me To Church - Hozier. My lover's got humour. She's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval. I should've worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak. She is the
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Snow falling right on time. Another church bell chimes. And we're only hours away. From the light of Christmas Day. ♪. The choir so sweet and clear. Somehow we made it here. The faithful and the ones
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!". . Preachin' to the choir. Preachin' to the choir. Set the church afire. . Preachin' to the choir
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There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to be. With my friends at the old country church. There with mother we went and our Sundays we spent. With our friends at the old country church
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diamonds. Sipping on champagne. She was all uptown, wearing that white gown. Taking his last name. She could those church bells. Ringing, ringing. And up in the loft, that whole choir singing, singing. Fold
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In the yard, behind the church where. Butterflies and blackbirds search for. A safe place to rest the night away We will go down to the brook and. Sit upon the overlook then. Forget about the
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Song The Outsiders - Eric Church. They're the in crowd, we're the other ones. It's a different kind of cloth that we're cut from. We let our colors show, where the numbers ain't. With the paint
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gettin' married in the morning. Ding, dong, the bells are gonna chime. Pull out the stopper, we'll have a whopper. But get me to the church on time. . I got to get there in the morning. Spruced up
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flustered, the church was told in fine. That Brother Ayer must stop his singing or the choir was going to resign So the pastor appointed a committee, I think it was three or four. And they got in their big
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The Bells of St. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out
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The bells. Of St. Mary's. Ah. Here they. Are calling. The young loves. And the true loves. That come. From the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves. Are falling. The love bells
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