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Everyone comes from
One father one mother So why do we complicate Our lives so much By being at war with each other Mm, maybe I'm crazy But I don't understand it Why do we seem to vote To dig more holes It's such a waste of a planet There must be a reason That I can't see Maybe somebody else now Knows better than me All I know is Everyone else is A sister or a brother So we've got to look around Again and stop Being at war with each other Being at war with each other Oh Maybe I'm crazy But I don't No, I don't understand it (There must be a reason) There must be a reason (There must be a reason) There must be a reason That I can't see Somebody else must be Better than me All I know is Everyone else is A sister or brothers So we've got to look around Again and stop Being at war with each other Being at war with each other |
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| 2. |
| 4:26 |
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You've got the cool water
When the fever runs high You've got the look of love Light in your eyes And I was in crazy motion Till you calm me down It took a little time But you calm me down Something goes wrong I'm the first to admit it I'm the first to admit it And the last one to know Something goes right Oh it's likely to lose me It's up to confuse me Such an unusual sight, oh, I swear I can't, I can't get used To something so right Something so right They've got a wall in China It's a thousand miles long To keep off the foreigners They made it strong And I've got a wall around me That you can't see It took a little time To get next to me Something goes wrong I'm the first to admit it The first to admit it And the last one to know Something goes right Something goes right Oh it's likely to lose me It's up to confuse me Such an unusual sight, oh, I swear Oh, I can't, I can't get used To something so right Something so right Some people never say the words "I love you" It's not best time to be so cold Some people never say the words "I love you" But like a child they're longing to be told Hmm... Something goes wrong I am the first to admit it I'm the first to admit it And the last one to know Something goes right Something goes right It's like it'll lose me It's up to confuse me Such an unusual sight, oh, I swear I swear, I swear I can't, I can't get used to Hm, something so right! Hm, something so right! |
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| 2:49 | 
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| 3:31 |
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Memories, like the colors of my mind Misty water-color memories Of the way we were Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind Smiles we gave to one another For the way we were Can it be that it was so simple then Or has time rewritten every line If we had chance to do it all again Tell me would we, oh could we ? Memories may be beautiful and yet What's too painful to remember We simply choose to forget So it's the laughter The laughter we'll remember Whenever we remember The way we were The way we were |
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| 2:45 |
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You touched me in the sun
I somehow knew I'd been the only one How wonderful the moment When the boy became a man You warmed me in the night And you taught me How to feel But it all would seem unreal to try And go back there again We walked away from time I'd like to keep the moment That was mine I'd like to touch the man I met just once Before I go Oh I've been to many places And I've opened every door I've done everything a girl could do and more But I've never been a woman before No, I've never been a woman before |
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| 6. |
| 3:49 |
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All is fair in love
Love's a crazy game Two people vow to stay in love as one they say But all is changed with time The future none can see The road you leave behind Ahead lies mystery. All is fair in love I have to go away A writer takes his pen to write the words again All in love is fair. All of fate's a chance It's either good or bad I tossed my coin to say In love with me you'd stay. But all in war is so cold You either win or lose When all is put away the losing side I'll play. All is fair in love I should have never left your side A writer takes his pen to write the words again That all in love is fair. A writer takes his pen to write the words again That all in love is fair. |
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| 7. |
| 3:20 |
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What are you doing the rest of your life?
North and south and east and west of your life? I have only one request of your life That you spend it all with me. All the seasons and the times of your days. All the nickels and the dimes of your days. Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days. All begin and end with me. I want to see your face, In every kind of light, In fields of gold and Forests of the night; And when you stand before The candles on a cake. Oh let me be the one to hear The silent wish you make. Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes In the world of love you keep in your eyes, I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes, It may take a kiss or two.. Through all of my life.. Summer, winter, spring and fall of my life, All i ever will recall of my life Is all of my life with you. |
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| 2:55 |
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Summer me, winter me
And with your kisses morning me, evening me And as the world sleeps far away, star away Forever me with love Wonder me, wander me Then by a fire pleasure me, peaceful me And in the silence quietly, whisper me Forever me with love, forever me with love And every day I'll gentle you, tender you And oh, the way I'll velvet you, clover you I'll wrap you up and ribbon you, rainbow you And shower you with shine Suddenly, magically We found each other there we are, here we are I plan to let you happy me, summer me, winter me Always be mine 'Cause suddenly, magically We found each other there we are, here we are I plan to let you happy me, summer me, winter me Always be mine |
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| 9. |
| 3:27 |
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Little boy lost in search of little boy found
You go a wondering, wandering Stumbling, tumbling, round! round! When will you find What's on the tip of your mind? Why are you blind To all you ever were Never were, really are, nearly are? Little boy false in search of little boy true Will you ever be done traveling Always unraveling you, you? Running away could lead you further astray And as for fishing in streams for pieces of dreams Those pieces will never fit What is the sense of it? Little boy blue, don't let your little sheep roam It's time ,come blow your horn, meet the morn Look and see, can you be far from home? |
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| 4:08 |
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