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You will never see me
Walking round feeling low You will never hear, there Goes a man who doesn't know Too many roads to walk Too many things to do Too many words to talk Moments too few I don't think you know, though You've been told a million times It's not clear to see unless You read in between the lines Look out your window When did it start? Nothing's for certain It's just a part If you're feeling low, no And your world comes tumbling down If you see hard times, stop Better take a look around Good things must end They never last Look to tomorrow Forget the past |
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Listen to my bluebird sing
She can't tell you why Deep within her heart, you see She knows I must cry Yeah, cry If she sits, a lofty perch Strangest color blue Flying is forgotten now She just thinks of you Yeah you So, get all those blues Must be a thousand hues And each is differently used You just know You sit there mes-o-merized By the depth of her eyes Can't be categorized She got soul She got soul She got soul She got soul Do you think she loves you? Do you think at all? Soon she's going to fly away Worries of her own Find herself another day And go home, go home |
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Don't know where to run to, don't know where to hide
See my future comin', but I try to keep my pride But I lost you, lost you woman The only woman, woman who was my kind She make me lose my money, she make me lose my name After what ya done me I can only treat ya sane But I lost you, lost you woman The only woman, woman who was my kind But if you come back, I won't be the same After what you done me I can always treat ya sane Cause I lost you, oh that woman Only woman Woman who was my kind |
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Fox-Kriss-Szymczyk-Walsh
Bill Szymczyk: One -- hold it. Joe, you gotta be very careful about squeaking and your sleeve noise. Joe Walsh: OK. Szymczyk: OK, take two. [music plays] Szymczyk: Here we go. Come on, take two. [Laughter] Walsh: Wanna buy a duck? A duck? [pause, snort] Which way did they go, George? Szymczyk: Here we go. Walsh: Here we go. Szymczyk: Here we go. Walsh: Here we go. Szymczyk: Here we go. Walsh: Here we go. Szymczyk: Take three. [band plays riff from "Wipeout!"] Szymczyk: Here we go! Here we go. Come on, let's make it! Take three. Walsh: There we went! [pause] You ready? |
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Joe Walsh; Patrick Cullie
Blue for the blue I feel when I'm feelin down on the ground Feelin' down That could be most any day Green for the eyes, take look around When the sun goes down and the sun goes down In the strangest way Red for the light, got to stop this thing Find a song to sing that is everything That I meant to say Meant to say Three for the mice that are blind like the world Never see the good that is done, just the bad It's too late to see Two of us make it easier to read the signs Memorize the lines Will you play with me? One for the road, I'll be on my way Come another day, when the things we say Find a way to be Way to be Autumn calls for a change of year, bringing winter near us Green to brown and the sky's a sign Wintertime is a razor blade that the devil made It's the price we pay for the summertime Spring days come, it's hard to know Where the rain comes from, where the children go It's a nursery rhyme Nursery rhyme |
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Walsh
See the people on their way Going nowhere, waste their day And it's strange, strange And so I sit in padded cells Through the bars, I might as well And it's strange, strange Though I'll stay here 'til my end I'm better off than you, my friend And it's strange, strange |
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Stop
Cause baby can't you see that I can't take it no more Stop If you keep it up, I'm gonna go through the floor Never knew how good love could be, love has gone and made a fool of me. Everything is hazy, one more kiss could drive me crazy Stop Hold on just a minute cause I got to catch my breath Stop Every time you squeeze, you scare my heart half to death Thought I was the captain of my ship, but your love has made me lose my grip Everything is hazy, one more kiss could drive me crazy I never knew how good love could be, love has gone and made a fool of me Everything is hazy, one more kiss could drive me crazy Stop I think you're trying to take advantage of poor old me Stop When you touch my hands, I'm as helpless as I can be Tell me baby what are you made of, what you do to me must be made of love Everything is hazy, one more kiss could drive me crazy, yes she will |
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