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Tampa special team keeping the Bills in the game.

Got out of town on a boat goin' to Southern islands Sailing a reach before a followin' sea She was makin' for the trades on the outside And the downhill run to Papeete Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas We got eighty feet of the waterline nicely making way In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away

I want to fly like an eagle To the sea Fly like an eagle Let my spirit carry me I want to fly like an eagle 'Til I'm free Oh, Lord, through the revolution

The night life took me down to Printers Alley Where Sally sang a song behind a bar I ran my eyes across her as she sang a tangled mime I used to love to hear her sweet guitar

In the mornin' you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water And you fire 'til he is done in but they catch you at the border And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again

Yes, only the beginning of what I want to feel forever Only the beginning, only just a start, yeah I've got to get you into my life mama Got to get you next to me, yeah Only the beginning, only just the start

Never had a doubt in the beginning Never a doubt Trusted you true in the beginning I loved you right through Arm in arm we laughed like kids At all the silly things we did You made me promises, promises Knowing I'd believe Promises, promises You knew you'd never keep

Yes, I would like to get to know you, if I could Like to get to know you Finally I found, searching all around Just was not the answer One I thought was true Looked a bit like you Figured I might chance her Hardly need to say She went on her way Said it was all over Well it's been some time And I guess that I'm just meant to be a rover

Nothin' lasts forever And we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain

I got brass in a pocket I got bottle, I'm gonna use it Intention, I feel inventive Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Here I am again in this mean old town And you're so far away from me And where are you when the sun go down? You're so far away from me

Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today, yeah

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