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We met as soul-mates. On Parris Island. We left as inmates. From an asylum. And we were sharp.
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The sins of Amsterdam were still a recent surprise. And we were flying over Scandinavian Skies. We climbed towards the sun, we turned and cursed as one. We pulled the shades and closed our eyes, ey
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In every heart there is a room. A sanctuary safe and strong. To heal the wounds from lovers past. Until a new one comes along. . I spoke to you in cautious tones. You answered me with no pretens
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Didn't I say. I wasn't ready for a romance. Didn't we promise. We would only be friends. . And so we danced. Though it was only a slow dance. I started breaking my promises. Right there and th
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I am the entertainer. And I know just where I stand. Another serenader. And another long-haired band. Today I am your champion. I may have won your hearts. But I know the game, you'll forget my
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It's time for me to be on my way I know. I've got business to conduct. And I've got places to go. But I can't help looking at her sleeping instead. Another morning I'll have trouble climbing out o
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Late at night. When it's dark and cold. I reach out. For someone to hold. When I'm blue. When I'm lonely. She comes through. She's the only one who can. My baby grand. Is all I need. . In m
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She cuts you once, she cuts you twice. But still you believe. The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood. But you don't have strength to leave. You've been bought, you've been sold. You've bee
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Safe at harbor, everything is easy. Off to starboard, daylight comes up fast. Now I'm restless for the open water. Red flags are flying fromhe Coast Guard mast. They told me to stay, I heard all t
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tiI Let The Music Speak. arABBA. alThe Visitors. I Let The Music Speak. I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs. No poet has ever painted. Voices call out to me, straight to my heart. So strange yet we'r
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Don't listen to the TV. And don't listen to the radio. Don't let anybody tell you. That this old ship, is going down Black bottom of the ocean. Picked up by an invisible hand. Air filling down my
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She's got a way about her. I don't know what it is. But I know that I can't live without her. She's got a way of pleasin'. I don't know what it is. But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway Sh
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Today I'm livin' like a rich man's son. Tomorrow mornin' I could be a bum. It doesn't matter which direction, though. I know a woman in New Mexico. Chorus. Worse comes to worst. I'll get along.
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Hey Lord, take a look around tonight. And find where my baby's gonna be. Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight. 'Cause she is far across the sea. Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight.
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Some folks like to get away,. Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood. But I'm takin' a Greyhound on the Hudson River line. I'm in a New York state of min
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Uptown girl, she's been living in her uptown world. I bet she never had a back street guy. I bet her mama never told her why. I'm gonna try for an uptown girl (Uptown girl). She's been living in h
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Why can't I lay low. Why can't I say what I mean. Why don't I stay home. And get myself into some boring routine. . Why can't I calm down. Why is it always a fight. I can't get unwound. Why do
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If it seems like I've been lost. In let's remember. If you think I'm feeling older. And missing my younger days. Oh, then you should have known. Me much better. Cause my past is something that n
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