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Here's the real stuff that life is made of
It's the mother and father of love It is out there and inside your mind It's the part of the heart That is measuring time It's in every heartbeat that you hear Your defenses against all your fears How you bounce back When you start to fall And it's all in the climb That's measuring time Live every minute Shine like you should Here is what's in it for you Don't it feel good To be feelin' good Feelin' good All the answers are inside your heart Touch somebody And that's the best part Love somebody And see what you find 'Cause we're all in the climb That's measuring time Live every minute Shine like you should Here is what's in it for you Don't it feel good To be feelin' good Feelin' good You got to live. . . . |
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A bunch of weary voices
I mistook for angels Telling me what to do with my life Leaving me no choices Putting me through changes Telling me what to do with my life Oh I'm sure I won't be back for more Oh I am in search of you My caravan I will bring my red beads You will bring what you need Riding through this journey On this night Time to free the gypsy Time for you to see me Riding through this journey On this night Time to free the gypsy Time for you to see me Riding from the darkness To the light Oh I'm sure I won't be back for more Oh I am in search of you My caravan Oh I'm sure I won't be back for more, no Oh I am in search of you My caravan Oh my life's begun Oh my time has come It's come It's come It's come I can feel it come I can see it grow I found my caravan Oh I'm sure I won't be back for more Oh I am in search of you My caravan Oh I'm sure I won't be back for more, no Oh I am in search of you My caravan |
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Baby cried the day
the circus came to town 'cause she didn't want parades just passin' by her So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown While she danced without a net upon the wire I know a lot about 'er 'cause, you see Baby is an awful lot like me Don't cry out loud Just keep it inside learn how to hide your feelings Fly high and proud And if you should fall remember you almost had it all Baby saw that when they pulled that big top down They left behind her dreams among the litter The different kind of love she thought she'd found There was nothin' left but sawdust and some glitter But baby can't be broken 'cause you see She had the finest teacher that was me- I told 'er Don't cry out loud Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings Fly high and proud And if you should fall remember you almost had it all Don't cry out loud Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings Fly high and proud And if you should fall remember you almost made it Don't cry out loud Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings Fly high and proud And if you should fall remember you almost had it all - |
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Grace and John are in their morning places
He looks at the paper: she looks straight ahead Neither one is hungry, but they need to be fed. Yesterday the kids came by to see them, Celebrating 30 years of holding on, Lift a loving cup, a cup of number one. Chorus "Look across the table John, look across the table to me"; There's still a young girl in the old girls face. "Look across the table honey." So the day begins, through the eyes of Grace. Late at night, when she can hear him sleeping, Reaching in the darkness for a dream or two; What she doesn't know is that he's dreaming too, Something in the mirror will remind her; Something 'bout the moonlight shining on the bed; Women don't get older, just a deeper shade of red. Chorus "Tell me what to do Johnny, tell me what to do with all this freedom!" "Tell me what to do Honey, tell me what to do 'bout all my dreamin'!" Just to catch his eye when she's not looking, just to be surprised by such an old idea. Just to see your life seen thought the eyes of Grace. "Look across the table John, look across the table to me"; There's still a young girl in the old girls face. More than just a memory. So the day begins, through the eyes of Grace. |
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