Salloum - Late At Night lyrics

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Salloum - Late At Night lyrics

Blessing God with the press of competition aimed for best A soul, mind, will, a swagger vexed to impress Addressed clean and clear when spoken from the chest Still blessing God with the press of competition aimed for best A soul, mind, will, a swagger vexed to impress Addressed clean and clear when spoken from the chest Fulfilling truth scoped whole amidst powers There to lead and die for moral justice to survive I'm leading on a tightrope Presenting hope to lead people Serve, love, save feeble sacred creatures With hope as guarantee Believing hope in guarantee Forever to help you breathe free Courageous ways against the grain Convicting wills as well-adjusted Virtue powers fully mustered Into roles critiquing truth of ways Told in light of how it holds Scared to mirror a call for nation ordinary waking up Trembling boots of they to leave you f^%ed Crucial intellect placing self in high-select Connecting one to all Social seeds held as high as leaves in Fall Greatness raised in latter days through grace of God For them to graze on and leave them better off Text of sacred embraced in prayer Bequeathed beneath the midst of muck Triggered-bent buckets of blood Blessing God with the press of competition aimed for best A soul, mind, will, a swagger vexed to impress Addressed clean and clear when spoken from the chest Still blessing God with the press of competition aimed for best A soul, mind, will, a swagger vexed to impress Addressed clean and clear when spoken from the chest From the east of the middle A southerner where priests preach Rabbi's teach of the deceased Sheikhs light up ways for nights and days coming anew Catching sight in prayers straying pain - you too could do Quick to catch feast Felt in motion soon to blow and splatter potions Corrosive quotients melt in crowds who soak it Don't trust the omen Thunder lightenings near approaching to light-up your sight Toward a plight to pave you on a path in life to keep you tight Whether woods or the trees We escapade beyond the known Shoulda-woulda never could Left on me to spark afar worlds into contact In addition to the hood We torch maps of source Support porch speakers blasting worded-works Ever lurking in a world filling quick with the dirt Flirts ending in squirts featuring births Among status able to maintain Sayers praying nay directing ways opposite the astray Blessing God with the press of competition aimed for best A soul, mind, will, a swagger vexed to impress Addressed clean and clear when spoken from the chest Still blessing God with the press of competition aimed for best A soul, mind, will, a swagger vexed to impress Addressed clean and clear when spoken from the chest

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