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Eii....everydwy wolrd. 
This is by ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
Chorus:
The world keeps going round,
With so many foot steps on the ground.
Immediately the cock crows aloud,
And we hear its sharp sound,
Every mouth starts yawning,
While praising God for another morning.
The birds singing praises to the Most high in heaven. 
Chorus:
The world keeps going round,
With so many foot steps on the ground.
Immediately the cock crows aloud,
And we hear its sharp sound,
Wow... Every mouth starts yawning,
While praising God for another morning.
The birds singing praises to the Most high in heaven. 
The world keeps going round,
With so many foot steps on the ground.
Immediately the cock crows aloud,
And we hear its sharp sound,
Wow... Every mouth starts yawning,
While praising God for another morning.
The birds singing praises to the Most high in heaven. 

VERSE 1:
Daybreak in another day,
As we always live by grace.
Even if the weather looks pale,
We still move with pace.
Our hopes never fail,
Because that's our biggest deal.
People then move out to the street,
To grab what they need.
The poor man takes the lead,
And the rich man is on top speed.
The prisoner wants to be freed,
And the roaming madman lacks heed.
Six o'clock in the morning when the clock ticks,
Later in the evening then comes another six.
That's when the day goes by.
The moon and stars comes nigh.
As we all come back home fixed with tire,
Then our eyes begin to sigh.
After we've taken a long day ride,
To achieve our aims with pride.
We then pray to the Most High,
Our heavenly father,Host and Guide.

Chorus:
The world keeps going round,
With so many foot steps on the ground.
Immediately the cock crows aloud,
And we hear its sharp sound,
Wow... Every mouth starts yawning,
While praising God for another morning.
The birds singing praises to the Most high in heaven. 

VERSE 2:
Thanking him for our daily bread.
Just after that...we lie on our beds,
And our sleeps come soundly like the songs of heavenly birds.
This is the story of everyday's world,
Made of everyday people.
And it's different from any dreamworld,
Made of no existing people.
Chorus:
The world keeps going round,
With so many foot steps on the ground.
Immediately the cock crows aloud,
And we hear its sharp sound,
Wow... Every mouth starts yawning,
While praising God for another morning.
The birds singing praises to the Most high in heaven. 
Chorus:
The world keeps going round,
With so many foot steps on the ground.
Immediately the cock crows aloud,
And we hear its sharp sound,
Wow... Every mouth starts yawning,
While praising God for another morning.
The birds singing praises to the Most high in heaven. 

This is Anderson Walkingshoes
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