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Standing In The Need Of Prayer
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Ain't my broth-er or my sis-ter
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but it's me, oh, Lord,
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Stand-ing in the need of pray'r.
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Ain't my broth-er or my sis-ter
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but it's me, oh, Lord,
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Stand-ing in the need of pray'r.
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It's me, it's me, oh, Lord,
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Stand-ing in the need of praye'r.
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It's me, it's me, oh, Lord,
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Stand-ing in the need of pray'r.
Gaudeamus Igitur
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I Believe
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I Be-lieve for ev-ry drop of rain
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that falls a flow-er grows
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I be-lieve that some-where in
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the dark-est night a can-dle glows.
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I be-lieve for ev-'ry-one who goes a-stray
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some-one will come to show the way
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Then I know why I be-lieve.
The Park (Uriah Heep)
The Park, Uriah Heep
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Let me walk awhile alone among the sacred rocks and stones.
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Let me look in vain belief upon the beauty of each leaf.
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There is green in every blade. The treetops lean, providing shade.
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They are spining happy sounds, all nature's strength around.
And there's a horse that feels no pain,
its iron strength to take the strain.
Children rocking to and fro
and gayly drink its color glow.
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Above, the sky, devoid of stars (druhy hlas: sky, devoid of stars)
thinks not to cast the thunder shroud.
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And from this place, so full of joy,(druhy hlas: place, so full of joy
a thing of gold that lies in blood.
"So why my heavy heart?" you say,
when tears would stain a sight so gay.
My brother's dreams, once hinted song,
until he died at the hand of needless wars.