There you stood, that'll teach ya To look so good and feel so right Let me tell you 'bout the girl I met last night It's understood, I had to reach ya I let the wheel of fortune spin I touched your hand before the crowd Started crushin' in Now I'm higher than a kite I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat
1 Jerusalem on high, my song that city is, my home wheneโer I die, the center of my bliss: O happy place! When shall I be, my God, with thee, to see thy face? 2 There dwells my Lord, my King, judged here unfit to live; there angels to him sing, and lowly homage give: O happy place! When shall I be, my God, with thee, to see thy face? 3 The
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