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John 13:34-35: “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” (✝ god bless) ==================(Lyrics)================== And they say, yeah That's just the half of it, you know what I'm saying? That's just the part of the game and the game and the game, you know? It's what you gotta do, you know? It is what it is and it what it is, uh Yeah, live in the flesh Beehive survived in a wreck I carry knives like samurais on a quest That I drive in the chest like it's a riot in the treasure He lost the game and cried in his checkers Lost his name and now signs with an X I just wanna commit crimes in Tibet Turn and say something divine and then climb in a jet Contrived, but correct, besides and direct During nos, I tell lies to the left And meditate on the upsides of a "yes" P.S., I destroyed everything you tried to protect 8 o'clock means it's left behind like you died on a trek Push these pies in the next And try to swallow dry what you tried to reflect All of that pride, thumb slide to refresh, yes, yes, yes, yes What if we were dancers, yeah And we didn't have any answers, no (yes, yes, yes) But life gave us things that we could see? Yeah (It don't really take much to do what needs to be done) We could be, yeah (you know what I'm sayin'? The songs need to be sung) You and me, yeah (Rrivers need to be swum, swam, swum, all that) 'Til eternity, yeah (uh, yeah) Just as brushes go hard in the paint So we, too, don't bend like arms in restraints I wanna learn how to farm, but I can't And cannot, I'd rather move to another planet I try and pen greats like Ken Shamrock But it spits in my face like basically a mouth roll Mouse hole in a household One thing's thoroughly couched like a slouch goal (yeah) From which they say he lazily blew horns Like lapis lazuli on a cow skull But when things got stunning, he hit the ground running like out soles Now how about those outros? And those apocalyptic visions Bowls of rice with chopsticks and them vertically sittin' Tom is over the door with the frying pan of war Jerry very perturbed like, "You gotta be kiddin' me" What if I knew the words for the songs of the birds And we could understand when they tweet, tweet? Yeah We could hear what they see, yeah (uh) You and me, yeah (yeah) 'Til eternity (uh), yeah He who has the black classic mama Dad was the black Mas Oyama Karate stance, put hands on the brahma, do not cook I remember the boiling pot from which the rock took And you can either put it down or shot put That's why I scrape the ground like an ox foot Before the charges I was Bill of Rights and Ted Talks meet the TARDIS before it all started But you can't harvest before the hardship Might scrape the ground like Mike shoes Back it up You might have to Harvard before the high school just like I do Yes, we will go far smelling like sage smoke Even with those wild stallions way behind our stagecoach It will behoove you To ask your doctor "Who's Wasalu?" to the game that you're used to Yeah, yeah, yeah What if we were dancers, yeah And we didn't have any answers, no But life gave us things that we could see? Yeah We could be, yeah You and me, yeah 'Til eternity, yeah