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The pleasure is all mine
To get to be the generous one
Is the strongest stance
The pleasure is all mine
To finally let go
And defend me
We float
Who gives most
Who gives most
Who gives most
The pleasure is all mine
Women like us
We strengthen most
host-like
When in doubt give
When in doubt give
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Show me forgiveness
For having lost faith in myself
And let my own interior up
To inferior forces
The shame is endless
But if soon stars forgiveness
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Where is the line with you?
My purse wide open
You ask again
I see you trying to
Cash into accounts
Everywhere
Where is the line with you?
I want to be flexible
I want
To go out
Of my way for you
But enough is enough
Where is the line with you?
I want to be elastic
I want to go out of my way for you
I want to help you
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Bærinn minn, bæerinn minn og inn
Sefur sæll í kyrr
Fellur mjöll hljótt í húmi á jör
Grasi mitt, grasi mitt og itt geymir mold til vors
Hjúfrar lind, leynt vi brekkurót
Vakir eins og vi
Lífi trútt, kyrrlátt kalda vermsl
Augum djúps útí himinfyrr starir stillt um nótt
Langt í burt vakir veröl stór
Grimmum töfrum tryllt
Eir arlaus óttast nótt og dag
Augu ín óttalaus og hrein brosa vi mér björt
Vonin mín, blessa brosi Þitt
Vekur ijó úr vær
Hvílist jör hljó í örmum snæs
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Hai... hai... hai... hai... hai (tu, tu)
hai... hal (tu, tu) hai... hai (tu,tu)
euk birtan beleu stan moosep
benlae dan pine liddae tiddie flaybu in
euk grave euks stan
hai (tu, tu)... hai (tu, tu)... hai (tu, tu)... hal (tu, tu)
euk birtan
se longa till i flaybu in
fan (euk ma firr der aaahhhh!)
hai (tu, tu)... hai (tu, tu)... hai (tu, tu)
hal (tu, tu)
smeurgroff fimgu grreeveu cleveuk
grreeve nevodic cuvok
clan, ve vantic o piv viv
so oski Birtann...(aahhh!)....
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His embrace : a fortress
It fuels me and places
A skeleton of trust
Right beneath us
Bone by bone
Rock by rock
If you ask yourself
Patiently
And carefully
Who is it?
Who is it?
Who is it - that never lets you down?
Who is it - that gave you back your crown?
And the ornaments are
They're going around
And they're handing it over
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also performed on the opening ceremony of Athens 2004 Olympic Games
One breath away from mother Oceanía
Your nimble feet make prints in my sands
You have done good for yourselves
Since you left my wet embrace
And crawled ashore
Every boy, is a snake is a lily
Every pearl is a lynx, is a girl
Sweet like harmony made into flesh
You dance by my side
Children sublime
You show me continents
I see islands
You count the centuries
I blink my eyes
Hawks and sparrows race in my waters
Stingrays are floating
Across the sky
Little ones, my sons and my daughters
Your sweat is salty
I am why
I am why
I am why
Your sweat is salty
I am why
I am why
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When will it be time do document, do it now!
This submarine behaviour, do it now!
When time?
To return
Do it now
Do it now
Shake us out of the heavy deep sleep
Shake us now
Do it now!
Do it now!
Shake us out of the heavy deep sleep
Do it now!
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(E.E. Cummings Poem - 'It May Not Always Be So')
It may not always be so
And I say that if your lips
Which I have loved
Should touch another's
And your dear strong fingers clutch his heart
As mine in time not far away
If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know
Or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay
If this should be, I say if this should be
You of my heart, send me a little word
That I may go unto her, and take her hands saying
Accept all happiness from me
Then shall I turn my face
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It's tricky when
You feel that someone
Has done something
On your behalf
It's slippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And you're asking yourself:
How am I going to make it right?
With a palmful of stars
I shake them like dice
Repeatedly
I throw them on the table
Until the desired constellation appears
And I ask myself:
How am I going to make it right?
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There is yet another one
That nurtures me
And always loves me
I'm gonna walk up his teeth
Tooth by tooth
Up this ladder
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The nerves are sending shimmering signals
All through my fingers
The veins support
Blood that gushes impulsively towards
Is the triumph of a heart that gives all
That gives all
The triumph of a heart that gives all
That gives all
The stubborn trunks of these legs of mine
Serve as pathways for my favourite fuel
Heading upwards towards my kidneys
(That celebrate)
The triumph of a heart that gives all
Smooth soft red velvety lungs
Are pushing a network of oxygen joyfully
Through a nose, through a mouth
But all enjoys, which brings us to
The triumph of a heart that gives all
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