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I whistle to the songs.
On the radio on the radio.
And then I draw attention to My God To My God.
He saved me with his son.
A Fathers work is never done.
As we travel we are forever and eternity brings us along.
I whistle to this song.
On the radio on the radio.
And then attention to Jesus my King Jesus my King.
A sons work is never done.
As he saves us with atonement as we sing along.
I whistle to the song.
And nothing has to spawn.
As the stars in the sky reach us through the looking glass of God.
I whistle to the song.
my heart wanders then I belong.
I tried to free this wrestles night.
My heart would break he filled the cracks and made it whole in just one night.
I whistle and bow down he figured out the plan and saved my soul.
Thank you Father more than Diamonds and pearls.
And God blessed me with your stay.
I whistle to the songs of long ago.


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I whistle to the song.