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Show a little inspiration, show a little spark And show that things that drew me to you and stole my heart And tell me something I don't know instead of everything I do And look at me as if I mean something to you Our hearts are beating while we sleep, but while we're wide awake You know the world won't stop, and actions speak louder Listen to your heart, and what your heart might say Everything we got, we got the hard way Show a little passion, baby, show a little style And show the knack for knowing when and the gift for knowing how And have a little trust in us when fear obscures the path You know we got this far, darling, not by luck, but by never turning back Some will call on destiny, but I just call on faith That the world won't stop, and actions speak louder Listen to your heart, to what your heart might say Everything we got, we got the hard way Caught up in our little lives, there's not a lot left over I see what's missing in your eyes; you're searching for that field of clover So show a little inspiration, show a little spark Show the world a little light when you show it your heart We've got two lives, one we're given and the other one we make And the world won't stop, and actions speak louder Listen to your heart, and your heart might say Everything we got, we got the hard (everything we got, we got the hard way) Everything we got, we got the hard way (Because the world won't stop) hang on, baby... |
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| 4:02 |
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She makes his coffee, she makes his bed She does the laundry, she keeps him fed When she was twenty-one she wore her mother's lace She said "forever" with a smile upon her face She does the car-pool, she PTAs Doctors and dentists, she drives all day When she was twenty-nine she delivered number three And every Christmas card showed a perfect family Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her She packs his suitcase, she sits and waits With no expression upon her face When she was thirty-six she met him at their door She said I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her For fifteen years she had a job and not one raise in pay Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find At least until you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her |
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I can hear the rain come down, I can listen with my heart I can see you with both eyes closed in the dark Sleep will come in just awhile but 'til it does I choose To listen to the rain, it's the rhythm of the blues I walk along these streets of home that once belonged to us And now, baby, I walk alone and I am lost I guess I'm only walking to the rhythm of the blues I don't want to hear another word spoken I don't want to see another tear shed I can't seem to fix what's broken Like this record player in my head Lonely looks as bad on me as lonely looks on you And still we keep on moving to the rhythm of the blues I want a place to call my own where you have never been I want to look around and know you won't be coming back again On some pretense paper-thin that I can see right through You come and go, baby, like the rhythm of the blues You come and go, baby, like the rhythm of the blues You come and go, baby, like the rhythm of the blues |
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| 3:31 |
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Well I woke up this morning stumbled out of my rack I opened up the paper to the page in the back It only took a minute for my finger to find My daily dose of destiny, under my sign My eyes just about popped out of my head It said "the stars are stacked against you girl, get back in bed" I feel lucky, I feel lucky, yeah No Professor Doom gonna stand in my way Mmmmm, I feel lucky today Well I strolled down to the corner, gave my numbers to the clerk The pot's eleven million so I called in sick to work I bought a pack of Camels, a burrito and a Barq's Crossed against the light, made a beeline for the park The sky began to thunder, wind began to moan I heard a voice above me saying, "girl, you better get back home" But I feel lucky, oh oh oh, I feel lucky, yeah No tropical depression gonna steal my sun away Mmmmm, I feel lucky today Now eleven million later, I was sitting at the bar I'd bought the house a double, and the waitress a new car Dwight Yoakam's in the corner, trying to catch my eye Lyle Lovett's right beside me with his hand upon my thigh The moral of this story, it's simple but it's true Hey the stars might lie, but the numbers never do I feel lucky, oh oh oh, I feel lucky, yeah Hey Dwight, hey Lyle, boys, you don't have to fight Hot dog, I'm feeling lucky tonight I feel lucky, brrrrr, I feel lucky, yeah Think I'll flip a coin, I'm a winner either way Mmmmmm, I feel lucky today |
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| 3:47 |
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Well it's a strange old game you learn it slow One step forward and it's back you go You're standing on the throttle You're standing on the brake In the groove 'til you make a mistake Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're just a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together Sometimes you're gonna lose it all You gotta know happy - you gotta know glad Because you're gonna know lonely And you're gonna know sad When you're rippin' and you're ridin' And you're coming on strong You start slippin' and slidin' And it all goes wrong because Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're just a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together Sometimes you're gonna lose it all One day you got the glory and then you got none One day you're a diamond and then you're a stone Everything can change in the blink of an eye So let the good times roll before we say goodbye because Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're just a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together Sometimes you're gonna lose it all Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're just a fool in love Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're just a fool in love |
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| 3:22 |
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To hear you say my name, to see you search my eyes To feel you touch my hand, it more than satisfies If I was not the first, just say I'll be the last It's too much to expect, but it's not too much to ask Now I can only dream of being all you need And I can only try to be the reason why You think about today and forget about the past It's too much to expect, but it doesn't hurt to ask It's too much to expect, but it's not too much to ask Now I can only dream of being all you need And I can only try to be the reason why You think about today, 'cause the past is just the past It's too much to expect, but it doesn't hurt to ask It's too much to expect, but it's not too much to ask |
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| 3:21 |
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Is it too much to ask I want a comfortable bed that won't hurt my back Food to fill me up And warm clothes and all that stuff Shouldn't I have this Shouldn't I have this Shouldn't I have all of this, and Passionate kisses Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh Passionate kisses from you Is it too much to demand I want a full house and a rock and roll band Pens that won't run out of ink And cool quiet and time to think Shouldn't I have this Shouldn't I have this Shouldn't I have all of this, and Passionate kisses Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh Passionate kisses from you Do I want too much Am I going overboard to want that touch I shout it out to the night "Give me what I deserve, 'cause it's my right" Shouldn't I have this (shouldn't I) Shouldn't I have this (shouldn't I) Shouldn't I have all of this, and Passionate kisses Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh Passionate kisses from you Passionate kisses Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh Passionate kisses from you |
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| 5:32 |
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I can recall the sound of the wind, as it blew through the trees and the trees would bend And I can recall the smell of the rain on a hot summer night coming through the screen I'd crawl in your bed when the lightning flashed and I'd still be there when the storm had passed Dead to the world till the morning casts its light all around your room We lived on a street where the tall elm shade was as green as the grass and as cool as a blade That you held in your teeth as we lay on our backs staring up at the blue, and the blue stared back I used to believe we were just like those trees, we'd grow just as tall and as proud as we pleased With our feet on the ground and our arms in the breeze under a sheltering sky (chorus:) Twirl me about and twirl me around Let me grow dizzy and fall to the ground And when I look up at you looking down Say it was only a dream A big truck was parked in the drive one day They wrapped us in paper and moved us away Your room was no longer next door to mine This kid sister thing was old by that time But oh how our dreams went bump in the night and the voices downstairs getting into a fight And the next day a silence you could cut with a knife and feel like a blade at your throat (chorus) The day you left home you got an early start I watched your car back out in the dark I opened the door to your room down the hall I turned on the light and all that I saw Was a bed and a desk and a couple of tacks No sign of someone who expects to be back It must've been one hell of a suitcase you packed (chorus |
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| 5:05 |
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I'm a town in Carolina, I'm a detour on a ride For a phone call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side I'm the last gas for an hour, if you're going 25 I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind I am peaches in September and corn from a roadside stall I'm the language of the natives, I'm a cadence and a drawl I'm the pines behind the graveyard and the cool beneath their shade Where the boys have left their beer cans, I am weeds between the graves My porches sag and lean with old black men and children My sleep is filled with dreams, I never can fulfill them I am a town I'm a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain I'm a Baptist like my daddy, Jesus knows my name I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age I am not your destination, I am clinging to my ways I am a town I'm a town in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields I'm an old truck up on cinderblocks, missing all my wheels I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and "Southern Serves the South" I am tucked behind a Jaycees sign on the rural route I am a town I am a town I am a town Southbound |
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| 4:03 |
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When you set a match to your heart Fueling it with bitterness and doubt That's a blaze that, once it starts, No amount of tears can put out I know you're scared, but no one's spared When you play with matches You've got me walking through fire Walking through fire Maybe you've been burned by lovers Maybe you've been scarred by the pain But baby, I'm not like the others Drawing moths to a flame Spite is like a spark, crackling in the dark Consuming all it catches And you've got me walking through fire Walking through fire to get to you Walking through fire, walking through fire You can see the toll it's taking You can feel the faith it's shaking You can hear the heart it's breaking now Baby, I have burned with a fever I've been scorched by desire But baby, I am not your deceiver Or your eloquent liar Your jealous heart is tearing us apart And turning love to ashes You've got me walking through fire Walking through fire As the flames shoot higher You've got me walking through fire Walking |
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| 3:44 |
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I took a walk in the rain one day on the wrong side of the tracks I stood on the rails till I saw that train Just to see how my heart would react Now some people say that you shouldn't tempt fate And for them I would not disagree But I never learned nothing from playing it safe I say fate should not tempt me I take my chances, I don't mind working without a net I take my chances, I take my chances every chance I get I sat alone in the dark one night, tuning in by remote I found a preacher who spoke of the light but there was brimstone in his throat He'd show me the way according to him in return for my personal check I flipped my channel back to CNN and I lit another cigarette I take my chances, forgiveness doesn't come with a debt I take my chances, I take my chances every chance I get I've crossed lines of words and wire and both have cut me deep I've been frozen out and I've been on fire and the tears are mine to weep Now I can cry until I laugh and laugh until I cry So cut the deck right in half, I'll play from either side I take my chances, I pay my dollar and I place my bet I take my chances, I take my chances every chance I get I take my chances, I don't cling to remorse or regret I take my chances, I take my chances every chance I get I take my chances I take my chances |
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| 4:51 |
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Some people remember the first time, some can't forget the last Some just select what they want to from the past It's a song you danced to in high school, it's a moon you tried to bring down On a four in the morning drive through the streets of town Come on come on, it's getting late now Come on come on, take my hand Come on come on, you just have to whisper Come on come on, I will understand It's a photograph taken in Paris at the end of the honeymoon In 1948, late in the month of June Your parents smile for the camera in sienna shades of light Now you're older than they were then that summer night Come on come on, it's getting late now Come on come on, take my hand Come on come on, you just have to whisper Come on come on, I will understand It's a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused It's a loss you never get over the first time you lose And tonight I am thinking of someone seventeen years ago We rode in his daddy's car down the River Road Come on come on, it's getting late now Come on come on, take my hand Come on come on, you just have to whisper Come on come on, I will understand Come on come on, it's getting late now Come on come on, take my hand Come on come on, you just have to whisper Come on come on, I will understand |
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