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My eyes adored you Though I never laid a hand on you My eyes adored you Like a million miles away from me You couldn't see how I adored you So close, so close and yet so far

It was nothing at all Like anything I had felt before And it was nothing at all Like I thought no it's so much more No one else has ever made Me feel this way When I asked you how you did it You just say It was nothing at all

One summer never ends, one summer never began It keeps me standing still, it takes all my will And then suddenly last summer

There are places I'll remember All my life though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places had their moments With lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life I've loved them all

Sister Suzie, brother John Martin Luther, Phil and Don Uncle Ernie, auntie Gin Open the door and let 'em in, yeah

Don’t give up on Loki, it gets better as it goes on. Hawkeye was good, as was Ms Marvel. Moonknight was a good character with a confusing story. She-Hulk was so-so with distracting CGI. Werewolf by Night made no sense other than to introduce more characters. Wakanda Forever was worth watching for their interpretation of Namor, but was otherwise weak without a strong male lead.

When the truth is found to be lies And all the joy within you dies Don't you want somebody to love Don't you need somebody to love Wouldn't you love somebody to love You better find somebody to love

Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? I can't help it

Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world

The depth of hula groove moves us to the nth hoop We're gonna groove to Horton Hears a Who-who I couldn't ask for another No, I couldn't ask for another DJ Soul (Soul!) Was on a roll I've been told he can't be sold He's not vicious or malicious Just de-lovely and delicious I couldn't ask for another

Last night I didn't get to sleep at all The sleeping pill I took was just a waste of time I couldn't close my eyes 'cause you were on my mind Last night I didn't get to sleep at all Didn't get to sleep, no I didn't get to sleep at all

Pancho met his match you know On the deserts down in Mexico Nobody heard his dying words Ah but that's the way it goes

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh, no

Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas I'll tell you 'bout the Texas radio I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night Wandering the Western dream Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul

I watched Rocketship 7 in the morning and The Commander Tom show in the afternoon. Thank you for enriching my childhood. 😢

His promos with Gene Okerland were the best. I’d laugh when he’d call him Gene Mean.

Unfortunately it’s from the old men.

I’m retired and you couldn’t pay me enough to work again. I can understand if you need supplemental income. I feel bad when I see a person my age (62) working an hourly job. A retired friend works at a golf course on Mondays and Wednesdays mowing the fairways. But instead of cash he took a free club membership. My brother-in-law who’s a chipper 80 works driving around Buffalo delivering prescription eye glasses to various stores and customers.

According to the National Weather Service the air quality index here in Syracuse is 294 which is very unhealthy, compared to Buffalo which is 146 - unhealthy for sensitive groups.

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face Natural child, terrible child Not your mother's or your father's child Your our child, screaming wild An ancient lunatic reigns In the trees of the night

Some people have principles and won’t take blood money.

We have the same orange sky and burnt smell across Syracuse and CNY.

When I'm out in the street, girl Well, I never feel alone When I'm out in the street, girl In the crowd I feel at home The black and whites they cruise by And they watch us from the corner of their eye

Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down