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When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius Age of Aquarius Aquarius Aquarius

My friends think that I should be trying To find out who I was But I feel that road would bring me pain And too much would be lost How I am is how I'm meant to be Anyhow there's things I see more clearly Those whose heads are searching in the clouds To make discoveries and maybe fail to see What's on the ground beneath their feet, not hard to find

You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation You got a brand new soul And a cross of gold But, Virginia, they didn't give you quite enough information You didn't count on me When you were counting on your rosary

These times are so uncertain There's a yearning undefined People filled with rage We all need a little tenderness How can love survive in such a graceless age? Ah, the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness They're the very things we kill, I guess Oh, pride and competition Cannot fill these empty arms And the work I put between us, you know it doesn't keep me warm

But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms

Exactly the same games that my dad took me to. The Jets game was a hideous weather day. The Bears game was a gorgeous day. Seems like that first preseason game, the HOF game was a strike game with scabs and rookies if memory serves?

I'm a man with a clear destination I'm a man with a broad imagination You fog the mind, you stir the soul I can't find no control Catch the blue train Places never been before Look for me Somewhere down the crazy river Somewhere down the crazy river Ooh, catch the blue train All the way to Kokomo You can find me Somewhere down the crazy river Somewhere down the crazy river

Hey now you better listen to me everyone of you We got a lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta work to do Forget about your woman and that water can Today were working for the man Well pick up your feet We've got a deadline to meet I'm gonna see you make it on time Don't relax I want elbows and backs I want to see everybody from behind 'Cause your working for the man working for the man You gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

I should laugh, but I cry Because your love has passed me by You took me by surprise You didn't realize but I was waiting Time goes slowly, but carries on And now the best years have come and gone You took me by surprise I didn't realize that you were laughing

Blood on the rooftops - Venice in the Spring Streets of San Francisco - a word from Peking The trouble was started - by a young Errol Flynn Better in my day - Oh Lord! For when we got bored, we'd have a world war, happy but poor So let's skip the news boy (I'll go make that tea) Blood on the rooftops (too much for me) When old Mother Goose stops - they're out for 23 Then the rain at Lords stopped play Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again.

He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooh, what a lucky man he was Ooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooh, what a lucky man he was Ooh, what a lucky man he was

Guess who just got back today? Them wild-eyed boys that had been away Haven't changed, had much to say But man, I still think them cats are crazy They were askin' if you were around How you was, where you could be found I told 'em you were livin' downtown Drivin' all the old men crazy The boys are back in town (the boys are back in town)

The sun peekin' out between the leaves (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?) And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?) Everything here is so clear, you can see it And everything here is so real, you can feel it And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real Can you dig it? I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it Oh, let's dig it. Can you dig it, baby? I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it Oh, let's dig it. Can you dig it, baby?

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's nobody's fault

Did someone just say "13 seconds"?

You are the star tonight You shine electric outta sight Your light eclipsed the moon tonight Electrolite You're outta sight If I ever want to fly Mulholland Drive I am alive Hollywood is under me I'm Martin Sheen I'm Steve McQueen I'm Jimmy Dean You are the star tonight You shine electric outta sight Your light eclipsed the moon tonight Electrolite You're outta sight

Poets, priests and politicians Have words to thank for their positions Words that scream for your submission And no one's jamming their transmission 'Cause when their eloquence escapes you Their logic ties you up and rapes you

Then you gazed up at me And the answer was plain to see 'Cause I saw the light In your eyes (in your eyes) In your eyes (in your eyes)

Seeing things that were not there On a wing on a prayer In this state of disrepair Down by the railway siding In our secret world, we were colliding In all the places we were hiding love What was it we were thinking of?

It was the third of September That day I'll always remember, yes I will 'Cause that was the day that my daddy died I never got a chance to see him Never heard nothin' but bad things about him Momma I'm depending on you to tell me the truth Momma just hung her head and said, son Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone Papa was a rolling stone (my son, yeah) Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone

There's got to be a morning after If we can hold on through the night We have a chance to find the sunshine Let's keep on looking for the light Oh, can't you see the morning after? It's waiting right outside the storm Why don't we cross the bridge together And find a place that's safe and warm? It's not too late, we should be giving Only with love can we climb It's not too late, not while we're living Let's put our hands out in time

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming Sayin' something about a queen There were peasants singin' and drummers drumming And the archer split the tree There was a fanfare blowin' to the sun That was floating on the breeze Look at mother nature on the run in the nineteen seventies Look at mother nature on the run in the nineteen seventies I was lyin' in a burned-out basement With a full moon in my eyes I was hopin' for replacement When the sun burst through the sky There was a band playin' in my head And I felt like getting high

You drove into town like the wind. Hot on the heels of the rain. And in your eyes all is calm. That's why they call you Hurricane. You blow me away. You blow me away. Ooh, what a powerful force howling around in my brain. Knocking me down with your touch. Mmm, that's why they call you Hurricane.

Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smiling at everybody she sees? Who's reaching out to capture a moment? Everyone knows it's Windy

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