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And though I think of you tonight
I cannot hope to hold you tight But I've got this feeling in my heart And when tomorrow I'll be gone How can I hope to carry on? I've got a feeling in my heart I can no longer see What's making things go wrong You've stayed away before It always seems so long But wherever you go Whatever you do You know I'll always be with you 'Cause I've got this feeling deep in my heart I can no longer see What's making things go wrong You've stayed away before It always seems so long But wherever you go Whatever you do You know I'll always be with you 'Cause I've got this feeling deep in my heart Baby, you're in my heart |
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tomoonn6pence fromshootingstar
I know you need a friend someone you can talk to who will understand what you're going through when it comes to love there's no easy answer only you can say what you're gonna do i heard you on the phone you took his number said you were alone that you will call him soon isn't he the guy the guy who left you crying isn't he the one who made you blue...oooh when you remember those lights in his arms you know you got to make up your mind Chorus: are you gonna stay with the one who loves you or are you going back to the one you love someone's gonna cry when they know they lost you someone's gonna thank the stars above what you gonna say when he comes over there's no easy way to see this through all the broken dreams all the disappointment oh girl...whatcha gonna do? Your heart keeps sayin it's just not fair but still you gotta make up your mind |
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On that hill a centaur stands
half stallion half man and his hoofs are the hoofs of a stallion and his strength it's the strength of a stallion and his pride the pride of a stallion But his tears are the tears of a man Over the hill the centaur goes round the mountain and back again a little too far from the world of dreams and just beyond the world of a man Once the centaur loved a mare who rode beside him everywhere racing chasing cross the fields centaur and the wild mare But with the racing and chasing done they stood silent and silent there But the centaur he had words to say But the mare had only the soul of a mare Over the hill he rode on round the mountain and back again a little too far from the world of dreams and just beyond the world of a man Once the centaur loved a girl who saw his golden aspiration walking whispering through the woods the centaur and the lovely girl But with the walking and whispering done they stood silent and then they cried For the centaur felt the stirring breeze He needed someone who could ride by his side Over the hill climbing the mountain and back again |
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Mama,take this badge off of me.
I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark to see. I feel I'm knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. Mama, put my guns in the ground. I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is comin' down. I feel I'm knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door. |
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I'm standing in the station,
I am waiting for a train, To take me to the border, And my loved one far away, I watched a bunch of soldiers heading for the war, I could hardly even bear to see them go; Rolling through the countryside, Tears are in my eyes, We're coming to the borderline, I'm ready with my lies, And in the early morning rain, I see her there, And I know I'll have to say goodbye again; And it's breaking my heart, I know what I must do, I hear my country call me, but I want to be with you, I'm taking my side, one of us will lose, Don't let go, I want to know, That you will wait for me until the day, There's no borderline, no borderline; Walking past the border guards, Reaching for her hand, Showing no emotion, I want to break into a run, But these are only boys, and I will never know, How men can see the wisdom in a war... And it's breaking my heart, I know what I must do, I hear my country call me, but I want to be with you, I'm taking my side, one of us will lose, Don't let go, I want to know, That you will wait for me until the day, There's no borderline, no borderline, No borderline, no borderline... |
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There were Three Men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try. And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn must die. They've plowed, They've sown, They've harrowed him in, Thrown clods upon his head. And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn was dead. They've let him lie for a very long time, 'Til the rains from Heaven did fall. And little Sir John sprung up his head, And so amazed Them all. They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day, 'Til he looked both pale and wan. And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard, And so become a man. They've hired men with their scythes so sharp, To cut him off at the knees. They've rolled him and tied him by the waist, Serving him most barb'rously. They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks, Who pricked him to the Heart. And the Loader, he has served him worse than that, For he's bound him to the cart. They've wheeled him around and around a field, 'Til They came unto a barn. And there They made a solemn Oath, On poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crab-tree sticks, To cord him skin from bone,. And the Miller, he has served him worse than that, For he's ground him between two stones. And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl, And his brandy in the glass. And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl, Proved the strongest man at last. The Huntsman, he can't hunt the fox Nor so loudly to blow his horn. And the Tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots, Without a little barleycorn. |
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