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Footloose
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Footloose
Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh, tell me what I got
Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? (For what, for what, for what, for what, for what?)
Been working too damn hard I'm punching that same card Eight hours busting my butt Oh tell me what I got
I got this feeling That time's just holding me down
I hate this feeling time is holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling Or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose Kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise Pull me offa my knees Jack, get back C'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool Obeying every rule Dig way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some
Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by
Life ain't passing me by
I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try (You can fly, you can fly)
If you'd only cut it loose
Cut footloose (whoa) Cut footloose (whoa) Cut footloose
First we've got to turn you around Second then put your feet on the ground Third now take a hold of your soul Ah
Life keeps holding me down
Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody cut everybody cut
Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah
On any Sunday here we'll be Raising our voices in harmony One day once our trials have ceased We will be released
On any Sunday, Lord I pray Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Tell me exactly the words to say Give me strength and maybe then I can reach my fellow men So we all may rise again Thank you Lord, Amen
Welcome to Bomont
We've only been here two days and already Chicago seems a million miles away But we were barely hanging on there 'Specially with my father gone there's Not too many places we could stay
But maybe Mom could find a job that's steady And maybe I could stand it for a year And maybe things won't be so bad And maybe I won't miss my dad And maybe we could start a new life here
Ah-ah-ah-ah, start a new life here
Have I done the right thing? Picking up my life Packing up the past That's always fright'ning Have I done the right thing?
The right thing The right thing We strive to do what's right The right thing The right thing Sin is a matter of black and white
There's rumors going 'round about the new kid And everybody's talking 'til they're blue 'Cause you know how a stranger is If he's not dumb he's dangerous But either way at least it's something new
Now I invite you to join my wife Vi and our daughter Ariel in this morning's convocation
God is love Follow him and never roam He has made the stars above Just to light your way back home
Everybody!
We've only been here two days and already / The right thing, the right thing / God is love Chicago seems a million miles away / We strive to do what's right / Follow him and
But we were barely hanging on there / The right thing / Ne- 'Specially with my father gone / The right thing / ver There's not too many places / Sin is a matter of / roam We could stay / black and white / He has made the
But maybe Mom could find a job that's steady / The right thing, the right thing / stars / There's rumors goin' round about the new kid And maybe I can stand it for a year / We do the / above / And everybody's talking 'til they're blue
Maybe things won't be so bad / / Just to light your way And maybe I won't miss my dad / / back And maybe we can start a new life here / The right thing / home
On any Sunday morning here we'll be Raising our voices in harmony Gathering to join the feast Asking nought but Lord, at least We pray that one day once our trials have ceased We will be released
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