The Sight of the City - V9, JC Reyes & Big Papa313

For once There is nothing up my sleeve Just some scars from a life that used to trouble me I used to run At first sight of the sun Now, I lay here waiting for you to wake up The city outside Still sounds like it's on fire You put on new sheets The white flag of a Saturday night I know we stayed up Talking in circles But I like to think the symmetry Will keep me close to you For everyone I'm out to prove wrong You keep the light on The only one, you know me better than the truth So despite what I've done I pray to God that we can move on 'Cause thus far you are the best thing that this life is yet to lose, and For once There is nothing up my sleeve Just some scars from a life that used to trouble me I used to run At first sight of the sun Now, I lay here waiting for you to wake up I lay here waiting for you to wake up So if you're gonna leave If you're gonna go I can't bear to sleep Without you in my arms I know we got caught up, slipping through a crowd of fibbers and looters But you must not let them take you They don't know you like I do For once There is nothing up my sleeve Just some scars from a life that used to trouble me I used to run At first sight of the sun Now, I lay here waiting for you to wake up I lay here waiting for you to wake up Do you remember when we stayed up 'Til the sun stretched through the room I used to blame it on the queens Walking down 7th Avenue It's been years now since we moved I've gotten good with an excuse You know, I try not to speak superlatives But it's impossible to you The city outside Is nothing but a flicker, now You see our friends to bed You turn out the lights I start to think you'll make a beautiful mother, I I like to think I have everything I want from this life

SONG OF THE FREE We walked in darkness now seeing great light Out of the shadows into your sunshine Joy has began great celebrations Joining one-voice worshiping nation Chains I was bound now have been broken Doors that were shut have been flung wide open Joy has began great celebration Joining one-voice worshiping nation This is a song a song of free We sing hosanna We've been redeemed cause our humble king... Has shown us compassion Chains I was bound now have been broken Doors that were shut have been flung wide open Joy has began great celebration Joining one-voice worshiping nation This is a song a song of free We sing hosanna We've been redeemed cause our humble king... Has shown us compassion So we fall to our knees... Throw up our hands... Cry to the lamb that was slain We say You are worthy of all the praise you are, you are (repeat 4 times) By Austin Yehudi Baruch Phiri

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