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Home home sweet home
I'm going home
To where she waits
To share love with me yeah
I'm the kind of guy
Who loves to mess around
Know a lot of women
But they don't fill my heart
With love completely free
Ooh I love you I really do
Hold me hold me close completely free yeah
Hold on hold on hold on
Hold on hold on hold on
(Take me there)
Hold on hold on hold on
Hold on hold on hold on
(Take me there)
Hold on hold on hold on
Hold on hold on hold on
(Take me there)
Hold on hold on hold on
Hold on hold on hold on
(Take me there
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Livin' without you never could be so wrong
Don't need to say it, I never waited so long
Thinking about yo in everthing I do
Love for giving
You know I'm just livin' for you
And I, I never needed to lie
Can't you see I believe in my heart when I'm saying
It's love that you see
You're just the one for me
I'm praying
Maybe I'm dreaming, don't want to wake up now
Baby, I love you, I always knew it somehow
Happened so easy, don't need to think it through
It's not so amazing
Been going so crazy for you
Dreaming and hoping, hoping that dreams come
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Don't give me an inch
Cuz I'll take it all now
Another style for you to hate
I sat up today, my style in the straight
And if you care to relate
No, you can't copy me
Cuz I been changed
Stay in your lane
Remain with the straight
Don't you cross that line
You goin' out of your mind
I got that grind so don't you hate
1 - You can judge me wrong
Don't leave home without my game face on
Got it goin' on
See my head is strong
Don't leave home without my game face on
Gotta keep it on
Try to play me wrong
Never forget you've got a game
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(William C. Dix/16th Century English Melody)
What child is this who lay to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, Haste, to bring him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come peasant, king to own Him
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving enthrone Him
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, Haste, to bring hi
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