[Intro Brad Rubinstein] I wanna thank the King for restoring my soul In the morning, when the sun is yawning Thank the King for restoring my soul, restoring my soul x2 [Verse 1 Ori Murray] What you is, what you into, I cant pretend to Pretend its me who rocks an instrumental This sentiment to extend to those That HaKadosh Baruch Hu extends His hand to Better bet you, in the nexus net from death He does come to protect you Without the question, Hes gonna catch you Bless you, dress you, take the next step to resurrect you [Hook Brad Rubinstein] Modeh ani lfanecho Melech chai vkayam Shechechezarta bi nishmasi bchemloh Raba emunasecha Thank the King for restoring my soul In the morning, when the sun is yawning Thank the king for restoring my soul, restoring my soul [Verse 2 Ori Murray] I breathe deep when my soul retreats I sleep the slumber numbered one bshishim Prophecy coupled with a touch of death With the next step, lets cleanse our hands of this impurity Let Him nourish me With food, house, homes, and furnishings, certainly True bitachon creates complete security Precise in devise supports my life more than surgery Stepping on in with real conception, and let you learn the lesson Burn with the words and let them churn and make you yearn up in your mental Theyre gonna get you, you better bet you You think youre something right here, you havent heard a word Ive said to you, right Bring you back on track with facts and stat, imagine that Your stature backwards, background bring you back down, then youre sat down, yeah And bring you back down, yeah, youll see the fat crown Im nothing right here, so clear, no fear of fact, man [Hook] [Outro Ori Murray and Brad Rubinstein] Everyday when I wake up, I play up, look straight up, with emunasecha All thanks to the Lord Above, it all fits like a glove, with emunasecha Thank the King for restoring my soul In the morning, when the sun is yawning Thank the king for restoring my soul, restoring my soul
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