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Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams

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You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left there on a beach.
Well you tell me things
I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach.

 

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?

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You should see
What a lovely, lovely world this'd be
Everyone learned to live together, ah hah
Seems to me
Such an itty bitty thing should be
Why can't you and me learn to love one another?

 

All the world over, so easy to see
People everywhere just wanna be free (wanna be free)
I can't understand it, so simple to me
People everywhere just got to be free

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Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee

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Well, I guess I was wrong, I just don't belong
But then I've been there before
Everything's all right, I'll just say good night
And I'll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn't mean to cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I'll be as high as that ivory tower
That you're livin' in

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Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be OK
Yeah, I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places

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All the old paintings on the tomb
They do the sand dance, don't you know
If they move too quick (oh way oh)
They're falling down like a domino

All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh way oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette

 

Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Way oh way oh, way oh way oh
Walk like an Egyptian

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 They say time can play tricks on a memory
Make people forget things they knew
Well, it's easy to see, it's happenin' to me
I've already forgotten every woman but you

… Oh, darlin', I'm gonna love you forever
Forever and ever amen
As long as old men sit and talk about the weather
As long as old women sit and talk about old men
If you wonder how long I'll be faithful
Well, just listen to how this song ends
I'm gonna love you forever and ever
Forever and ever, amen

 

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In this world I'm living in I see the light
Sins are gone, now I know what is wrong and right
Morning came on slowly pushing back the night
It's good times now that I can see the light


On this road I'm walking on I see my way
Paradise I'm living for each and every day
'Bout the crossroads of the past, nothing more to say
It's good times now but we can see our way

 

 

Edited by Bill from NYC
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Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

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I wanna feel sunlight on my face
I see that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I wanna take shelter from the poison rain

 

Where the streets have no name, oh, oh

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It's all I can do

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You better watch out

You better not cry

Better not pout I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list

And checking it twice;

Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice

Santa Claus is coming to town

 

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French girls they want Cartier, Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world you can possibly imagine

English girls they're so prissy, I can't stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook, I don't want them to ever call at all

White girls they're pretty funny, sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get f****d all night, I just don't have that much jam

Chinese girls are so gentle, they're really such a tease
You never know quite what they're cookin', inside those silky sleeves

Give me all you money, give me all your gold
I'll buy you a house in Baker Street, and give you half of what I own

 

Hey, it's the Rolling Stones and Art

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Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people, but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything
 

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Blue sky, Sunshine, what a day to take a walk in the park.
Ice cream, Day dream, till the sky becomes a blanket of stars.
What a day for pickin' daisies, and lots of red balloons.
And what a day for holdin' hands and bein' with you.


Lazy Day, Just right for lovin' away.
Lazy Day, Made for a stroll in the lane,
Baby, you and me (Baby you and me)
And the honey bee ('Neath a shady tree)
Lazy Day, Lazy Day, Lazy Day
'N' you 'n' me

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Far, we've been traveling far
Without a home but not without a star
Free, only want to be free
We huddle close, hang on to a dream

 

On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America
Never looking back again
They're coming to America

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14 minutes ago, muppy said:

Far, we've been traveling far
Without a home but not without a star
Free, only want to be free
We huddle close, hang on to a dream

 

On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America
Never looking back again
They're coming to America

 

So far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're just time away
Long ago, I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could, but you're so far away

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Long ago, and oh so far away

I fell in love with you Before the second show

Your guitar it sounds so sweet and clear

But you're not really here, It's just the radio

 

Don't you remember you told me You loved me baby

You said you'd be coming back This way again baby

Baby, baby, baby, baby, Oh baby,

I love you I really do

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Yeah, the caravan has all my friends
Yeah, they'll stay with me until the end
Gypsy Robin, Sweet Emma Rose
Tell me everything I need to know
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Turn up your radio
And let me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
I long to hold you tight, so I can feel you
Sweet lady of the night, I shall reveal you

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I got ketchup on my blue jeans, I just burnt my hand,
Lord, it's hard to be a bachelor man.
I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean,
I got girls that can do anything in between,
I gotta get ready, make everything right,
'Cause all my rowdy friends are comin' over tonight.

 

Do you wanna dance, hey, do ya wanna party,
Hey, honey, this is ole Hank ready to get the thing started.
We cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice,
And all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight.

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Heard about the oldtime sailor men
They'd eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread, they said could raise the dead
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn

But times have changed for sailors these days
When I'm in port, I get what I need
Not just havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed

Cheeseburger in paradise

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