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And if you should survive to a hundred and five Look at all you'll derive out of being alive And here is the best part You had a head start If you are among the very young at heart

McDermott must have Achane on his fantasy team.

Time to throw to our new downfield threat. Oh, wait…

We are young but getting old before our time We'll leave the TV and the radio behind Don't you wonder what we'll find Steppin' out tonight?

She said, "Whoa, no Guadalajara won't do now" Well, I did not think the girl could be so cruel And I'm never going back to my old school

If you don't love me Why don't you tell me Instead of runnin' around With all the other guys in town Can't you see You're hurtin' me Don't you care (don't you care), don't you care

Like the FBI And the CIA And the BBC B.B. King And Doris Day Matt Busby, dig it, dig it Dig it, dig it, dig it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive And if you follow there may be a tomorrow But if the offer's shunned You might as well be walking on the Sun

And I can change the world I will be the sunlight in your universe You would think my love was really something good Baby, if I could change the world

People say I'm the life of the party 'Cause I tell a joke or two Although I might be laughing loud and hearty Deep inside, I'm blue So take a good look at my face You'll see my smile looks out of place If you look closer, it's easy to trace The tracks of my tears I need you, need you Need you, need you

You’re assuming that standards are being enforced.

You gotta shapeless the figure, mama That's keeping me uptight You gotta shapeless the figure, mama That keep me uptight You're too much You know you're out of sight

Undercover angel, midnight fantasy I never had a dream that made sweet love to me Undercover angel, answer to my prayer You made me know that there's a love for me out there (Somewhere) yeah, somewhere

In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence