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Well I've seen women who cross their legs Before they sit down to the table And I've seen women who look to the sky Screamin Lord I believe in the Bible And I've seen hookers dancin through Times Square With their heads held up so high But I've never seen a woman Who makes me feel Woah, like you do Well I've seen couples holdin hands With that glazy look in their eyes And I've seen lovers rollin round in bed Screamin as if they're gonna die And I've seen lovers holdin hands And then laughin when their back is turned But I've never seen a woman Who makes me feel Woah, like you do (solo) Well I've seen women who cross their legs Before they sit down to the table And I've seen women who look to the sky Screamin Lord I Believe in the Bible And I've seen hookers dancin through Times Square With their heads held up so high But I've never seen a woman Who makes me feel No I've never seen a woman Who can make me feel Like you do |
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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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I've played your game And I've played it well. I'll be another fool To hang upon your wall. I laid my heart out Like an open book. It's a simple thing and don't take much To crack it open and bleed. Lay me down. Lay me down when you're through with me. Lay me down. Let me bleed when you're through with me. Don't let me think you're wrong, Just let me fall down. I'll pick myself up again. It's the kindest thing you can do for me, So, woman, won't you lay me down. I lied to myself. Tried to believe in you. But it's hard to rely on the ghost of someone you hardly even knew You bring things out Just to bring me down. Then you twist them about and shove 'em in my face Til my eyes can't see any good. Yeah! |
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| 3. |
| 3:34 |
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Well if you're ever in a tight spot, and all the things around you are gettin' hot, come to me and I can cool you off. And if you ever get yourself in a jam, and if you ever feel you need to find a man call my number and, darling, you found one But I know now, it can never work out the way I really wished that it would. But a second-hand love is better than no love at all And the walls get a little closer, and my throat gets a little tighter when I say to you that a second-hand love from you is better than no love at all Any kind of love from you is better than no love at all If you got the feeling it ain't right tonight And if the fire at home ain't as hot as you like I've got a fire that's burning for you. And if you ever feel you need to get away To get away from the rest of your life, I'll come a-runnin' and show you the world. |
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| 4. |
| 6:36 |
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Please don't worry now about the mornin' When it's time we'll sip our wine and sleep Woah, but I've been known To love more than one person Woah, and I've been shown That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes Listen to my words now look no further What you've seen is what I mean no more Woah, but I've been known To love more than one person Woah, and I've been shown That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes Don't dream of answers cause you know I've none to give They burn like cancers they just won't let you live I've been known To love more than one person And I've been shown That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes Don't dream of answers cause you know I've none to give We move like dancers steppin on each other to live And pouncin hard Like animals in the yard And there's no healin, lookin, feelin There's no denyin that bein kind can hurt Someone sometimes Oh, there's no denyin, woah Lord there's no denyin That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes (solo) |
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| 4:06 |
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I used to be lonely till I learned about livin alone
I found other things to keep my mind on And I'm gettin to know myself a little bit better Whoa , I keep pushin on Keep pushin on, yeah Goin through all the changes I made so many mistakes, oh yes I did Tryin to leave behind the heartaches And sometimes I think I was a little bit crazy, oh yeah Whoa, I keep pushin on Keep pushin, keep pushin, keep pushin, keep pushin on Keep pushin, keep pushin, you know you have got to be so strong Keep pushin, keep pushin, well even if you think your strength is gone Keep pushin on (solo) Well it's comin together I finally feel like a man, oh yes I do I never thought that I'd be where I am, oh Everyday I wake a little bit higher Whoa I keep pushin on, oh yeah (repeat chorus) |
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| 6. |
| 6:05 |
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Now there's nothing left to do
but to lay my head down for sleeping I'm weak with exhaustion and the lover's blues and I still can't forget those weeks I had with you But I guess it was only a summer love Nothing too serious and nothing to last I feel like a fool to be longing for that lyin' summer love Once we both loved just a bit too hard for deep down we both knew it was dyin' And we both talked just a little about forever but we both knew we were doing some lyin'. Now the snow falls, freezing my hurt for you but some nights I feel it's still there. I've come back now to the life I've known before you but I doesn't have the same old meaning. |
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| 7. |
| 5:30 |
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Hometown lady, leavin' for the city Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leaving. But a woman can't be high-class In a lonely farmer's town And the son of a poor man Ain't gonna turn your head around But if you ever get lonely Just pick up the telephone And the son of a poor man will bring you home. Maybe soon I'll see her on some television show Painted lips and fingers singing for the world A fashion plate for sure dancin' for your plastic world Call me up if you can but if not well I'll understand But a woman can't be high-class In a lonely farmer's town And the son of a poor man Ain't gonna turn your head around But if you ever get lonely Just pick up the telephone And the son of a poor man will bring you home. |
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| 8. |
| 4:49 |
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You touched me. You took me away.
You left me confused when you said you couldn't stay. But now I know what you were trying to say. I can understand that I'm not the only one. But I believe our time is gonna come. I dream of you through every night, But you're not risin' with me, so I don't wanna see the light. Even if you can't come over, and I hoping that you might 'Cause when you're not here nothing's any fun. But I believe our time is gonna come. I believe our time is gonna come I believe our time is gonna come I believe our time is gonna I believe our time is gonna come |
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| 2:35 | 
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| 10. |
| 7:38 |
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We flew into town on Sunday, had to find a place by Monday Tried Bridgeport and Westport, 'til we found a place that we thought would do 157 Riverside Avenue. Saugatuck River's flowin', Mother nature's colors were showin' So cold, so rainy, we couldn't help feelin' blue Not enough time, too many things to do. We met a young girl on Main street, wanted to just pass her by She was homely, so lonely, She said, "Can I make love to you." We shouted 157 Riverside Avenue. It's over, Miss Lena, we're leaving. Such a pleasant stay, I must say. So nice, so easy, we hate to say goodbye to you At 157 Riverside Avenue. Words & Music Terry Luttrell, Gary Richrath, Gregg Philbin, Neal , all rights reserved Original track from the album REO Speedwagon |
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| 11. |
| 5:47 |
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Ridin' the storm out, waitin' for the thaw out
On a full moon night in the Rocky Mountain winter. My wine bottle's low, watching for the snow I've been thinking lately of what I'm missing in the city. And I'm not missing a thing Watchin' the full moon crossing the range Ridin' the storm out Ridin' the storm out. My lady's beside me, she's there to guide me. She says that alone we've finally found home. The wind outside is frightening, but it's kinder than the lightning life in the city. It's a hard life to live but it gives back what you give. |
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| 2:59 |
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Recently I've been thinkin about what I am and where my priorities lie Gettin it together on some future plan, decidin what I need to get by I tried workin and schoolin but there just not my plan, oh no Can't ya see I'll always be a music man Well I could be pickin bluegrass or singin the blues, it doesn't really matter to me As long as I'm playin the music I just can't lose, and noones gonna tell me differently Cause all I really care about is sittin right here in my hands, oh yeah Can't ya see I'll always be a music man Well my momma sits and worries about me for days Even though she really likes the way the boy plays My daddy tells her I'm just goin through a phase But that's just what he always says I hear what they're sayin but I take it with a grain of sand, oh yeah Can't ya see I'll always be a music man (repeat) yeah (solo) Well my momma sits and worries about me for days Even though she really likes the way the boy plays My daddy tells her that I'm goin through a phase But that's just what he always says I hear what they're sayin but I take it with a grain of sand, oh yeah Can't ya see I'll always be a music man Well I've told you my story now here's what I've found To be happy you need only be real So don't let anyone try to turn your head around Just remember you are what you feel You see all of my life people been tryin to tell me what I am, oh yeah Can't ya see I'll always be a music man, oh yeah (repeat) Words & Music Kevin Cronin , all rights reserved Original track from the album R.E.O/T.W.O |
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| 13. |
| 8:25 |
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Golden country your face is so red With all of your money your poor can be fed You strut around and you flirt with disaster Never really carin' just what comes after Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned You better stop your hidin or your country will burn The time has come for you my friend To all this ugliness we must put an end Before we leave we must make a stand Mortgage people you crawl to your homes Your security lies in your bed of white foam You act concerned but then why turn away When a lady was raped on your doorstep today Well your blacks are cryin' but your back is still turned And your freaks are dyin' but your back is still turned You better stop your hidin or your country will burn The time has come for you my friend To all this ugliness we must put an end Before we leave we must make a stand, oh yeah...... (solo) Golden country your face is so red With all of your money your poor can be fed You strut around and you flirt with disaster Never really carin' just what comes after Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned You better stop your hidin or your country will burn The time has come for you my friend To all this ugliness we must put an end Before we leave we must make a stand (repeat) |
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