Tick, tock, the time goes by.
Let's rock, we're up all night.
They mock, but I just sigh.
I'm waiting for tomorrow.
Ring, ding, I don't know what to say.
Let's sing. Words, they are clay.
Gold ring, what do you love today?
I'm waiting for tomorrow.
No more of these playing games.
No more phony yesterdays.
Just a time that's honest and pure.
I'll get there I'm sure - tomorrow.
What if Charles Wesley Had Written Joy to the World?
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Charles Wesley doesn’t need anybody to stick up for him when it comes to
Christmas songs: The man gave us Hark the Herald Angels Sing, after all.
And if ...
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