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oh i'd like to find myself
trapped in some desert town with you just me and you my long black hair waving in the drive-in me waving at you, my lover from some ancient balcony but like a first division i see you and your gone way out could id run to come back come back come back but you're gone california and it's just my fate making me blue why else would i see you today but im not in some desert town and you're not there with me im underground in NYC the city of perpetual motion the city that never sleeps thats alright, i wasn't tired anyways i was so close getting clear thought i had nothing to fear you'd be on a plane and you'd be gone and it would be done but there are 18 million people in this town who spend the day bummin' around just to bump into you on third avenue yeah and its a pale moon burning sun when will i see my only one pale moon burning sun when will i see my only one well i think it's unbelievable i think it's incredible it's magical it's tragic but i know we'll meet again someday and we'll be very far away and i'll know you and you'll know me and we're gonna both agree that we belong together we belong together we belong together we belong together we belong together we belong together cause it's a pale moon burning sun when will i see my only one pale moon burning sun when will i see my only one yeah yeah oh oh i'd like to find myself trapped in some desert town with you just me and you just me and you |
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Here I am standing at your window again
Waiting for you to say go away or come in I'm your locked door's worst knocker I'm your curtain's best friend I'm trying hard to love you ? you don't make it easy, babe I'm trying hard to love you ? I'm looking for an easy way Your friends ask about me you say I can be found With cheap romance novels with their spines battered down Oh the heart has no bones you say so it won't break But the purpose of loving is the pounding it takes I'm trying hard to love you ? you don't make it easy, babe I'm trying hard to love you ? I'm looking for an easy way The ropes that have bound me leave no marks by their knots And though they're your hair that don't mean I'm not caught I know the song of the handcuffs as they scrape across the floor But that new thing you've got, I've got no clue what it's for I'm trying hard to love you ? you don't make it easy, babe I'm trying hard to love you ? I'm looking for an easy way With fortune's rocks millstones you hang round my throat And a brick for my window weighted down with a note I hope you find someone just as hard as you come In this hard world sadly that's so easily done I'm trying hard to love you ? you don't make it easy, babe I'm trying hard to love you ? I'm looking for an easy way I'm trying hard to love you ? you don't make it easy, babe I'm trying hard to love you ? there's gotta be an easy way |
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In the depths of the deep blue sea
There's a blue as blue as me Where a quiet symphony plays for the lonely I could just let it all go Sink down to the world below Where I don't breathe but I don't know Cause I'm breathless When it's love It will rain sometimes When it's love, it will pour Pour I don't where my lover went But I know that he took the rent And I know that he went and spent all my loving And I'm not rich, but I don't care I'll find that boy anywhere I'll walk the land, fly the air, and tread water When it's love It will rain sometimes When it's love, it will pour Pour If the moon could sing a song With the symphony in the blue beyond They'd tell me he was really gone forever When it's love It will rain sometimes When it's love, it will pour When it's love It will rain sometimes When it's love, it will pour Pour, pour, pour It will pour It will pour It will pour |
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Oh I'm sailing away, my own true love
I'm sailing away in the morning Is there something I can send you from across the sea? From the place where I'll be landing? There's nothing you can send me, my own true love There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Maybe silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona If I had the stars of the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss That's all I wish to be owning Oh, I might be gone a long ol' time And it's only that I'm asking Is there something I can send you to remember me by? To make your time more easy passing? How can, how can you ask me again? Well it only brings me sorrow Oh, the same thing I would want today I would want again tomorrow Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from his ship a-sailing Saying, I don't know when I'll be coming back again It depends on how I'm feeling If you, my love, must think that away I'm sure your mind is a-roaming I'm sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country where you're going So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of stormy weather And yes, there is something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather |
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As I row, row, row
Going so slow, slow, slow Just down below me is the old sea Just down below me is the old sea Nobody knows, knows, knows So many things, things, so So out of range, sometimes so strange Sometimes so sweet, sometimes so lonely The further I go More letters from home never arrive And I'm alone, all of the way All of the way, alone and alive Just have to go, go, go Where I don't know, know, know This is the thing somebody said Somebody told me a long time ago The further I go More letters from home never arrive And I'm alone, all of the way All of the way, alone and alive As I row, row, row Going so slow, slow, slow Just down below me is the old sea Just down below me is the old sea As I row, row, row Going so slow, slow, slow Just down below me is the old sea Just down below me is the old sea As I row, row, row Going so slow, slow, slow Just down below me is the old sea Just down below me is the old sea As I row, row, row Going so slow, slow, slow Just down below me is the old sea Just down below me is the old sea |
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Well, I lived in a town
Way down south By the name of Owensboro And I worked in a mill With the rest of the “trash"? As we're often called As you know Well, we rise up early In the morning And we work all day real hard To buy our little meat and bread Buy sugar, tea, and lard Well, our children Grow up unlearned With no time to go to school Almost before they learn to walk They learn to spin and spoon Well, the folks in town They dress so fine And spend their money free But they would hardly look At a factory hand Who dresses like you or me Would you let them wear Their watches fine Let them wear their gems And pearly strings But when that day Of judgement comes They'll have to share Their pretty things |
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