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When you dance,
Do your senses tingle?
Then take a chance?
In a trance,
While the lonely mingle
With circumstance?
I've got
something to tell you,
you make it show.
Let me come over,
I know you know
When you dance
I can really love.
I can love,
I can really love,
I can really love
I can love,
I can really love,
I can really love
Like a
mountain that's growing
a river that rolls
Let me come over,
I know you know
When you dance
I can really love.
When you dance,
Do your senses tingle?
Then take a chance?
In a trance,
While the lonely mingle
With circumstance?
I've got
something to tell you,
you make it show.
Let me come over,
I know you know
When you dance
I can really love.
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If I could hold on
to just one thought
For long enough to know
Why my mind is moving so fast
And the conversation is slow.
Burn off all the fog
And let the sun
through to the snow
Let me see your face again
Before I have to go.
I have seen you in the movies
And in those magazines at night
I saw you on the barstool when
You held that glass so tight.
And I saw you in my nightmares
But I'll see you in my dreams
And I might live a thousand years
Before I know what that means.
Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths
His life was filled with parasites
And countless idle threats.
He trusted in a woman
And on her he made his bets
Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths.
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When your lonely heart breaks
Don't sit counting your mistakes
Don't be waiting
for love to come back
Don't be wastin' time
Don't be lost in crime
When your lonely heart breaks
When your lonely heart breaks.
What's your problem, she's gone
You're still movin', movin' on
You got memories, she got strong
There's a lot of things
That aren't gone
When your lonely,
lonely heart breaks
When your lonely heart breaks.
When your lonely heart breaks
Don't be cryin'
for good times you had
When your lonely heart breaks.
When your lonely heart breaks
Don't sit counting your mistakes
Don't be waiting
for love to come back
Don't be wastin' time
Don't be lost in crime
When your lonely,
lonely heart breaks
When your lonely,
lonely heart breaks
When your lonely heart breaks.
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Oh, hello Mr. Soul,
I dropped by
to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught
that my head
is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace
of my face
could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change,
but a stranger
is putting the tease on.
I was down on a frown
when the messenger
brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise
of a fan
who said I upset her
Any girl in the world
could have easily
known me better
She said, You're strange,
but don't change,
and I let her.
In a while will the smile
on my face
turn to plaster?
Stick around while the clown
who is sick
does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head
and my face
is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change?
I don't know,
why don't you ask her?
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Gonna leave the pain behind
Gonna leave the fools in line
Gonna take the magic potion
Gettin' in an old black car
Gonna take a ride so far
To the land of sun tan lotion
Gonna take it state by state
Til I hit the golden gate
Get my feet wet in the ocean
I'm still living in the dream we had,
For me it's not over...
Walkin on the bridge on day
Lookin out across the bay
I saw a rippling in the water
Once a big ship had passed
I borrowed a traveller's glass
And focused on the ocean's daughter
Kind of like a wave confused
Dancing in the sunset hews
She waved to me and called me over
I'm still living in the dream we had,
For me it's not over...
Talkin' bout a friend of mine
Talkin' bout a gold mine
Richest vein in any mountain
Talkin' bout the enemy
Inside of me
Talkin' bout that youthful fountain
Talkin' bout you and me
Talkin' bout eternity
Talkin' bout the big time
I'm still living in the dream we had,
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Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man
to the fields of green
And the homeland
we've never seen.
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks
and the wagons come
And the night falls
on the setting sun.
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box
at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug
and a pipe to share.
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin'
on the fields of green
In the homeland
we've never seen.
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome
and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas.
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I come down
from the misty mountain
I got lost
on the human highway
Take my head
refreshing fountain
Take my eyes
from what they've seen.
Take my head
and change my mind
How could people
get so unkind.
I come down
from the crooked mansion
I went lookin'
for the D.J.'s daughter
Since that day
I heard it mentioned
That my name is on the line.
Now, my name is on the line
How could people
get so unkind.
Now, my name is on the line
How could people
get so unkind.
I come down
from the misty mountain
I got lost
on the human highway
Take my head
refreshing fountain
Take my eyes
from what they've seen.
Take my head
and change my mind
How could people
get so unkind.
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She lives in the TV sky
She lives in such pain
She rides in a bulletproof
Stretch limousine
The smoke in the barroom nights
The faces in the window
The sound of the harbor horn
She recognized
And when the music started
She just slipped away
Just like a river rollin' down
And when the music started
She just slipped away
High on a windy hill
The turbine did whine
Low in the valley chill
A baby was cryin'
Impossible to take the time
The moment is here
Cry out from behind the pines
A voice comin' near
And when the music started
She just slipped away
Just like a river rollin' down
And when the music started
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I'm a little bit high
I'm a little bit low
Hear you name wherever I go
I'm a little bit wrong
I'm a little bit right
Hear your name all day and night
When the music calls
I'll be there
No more sadness
No more cares
Let's think about living
Let's think about life
Like a comet painted on the sky
Like an old soul
Over darkness you'll fly
I'm a little bit here
I'm a little bit there
I'm a little scattered everywhere
I'm a little bit up
I'm a little bit down
I hear your name all over this town
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Danger bird, he flies alone
And he rides the wind
back to his home
Although his wings
have turned to stone
And we used
to be so calm
Now I think
about you
all day long
'Cause you've been
with another man
Here you are
and here I am.
That's the moment
that he cracked
long ago in the
museum with his
friends.
The jailbird takes the raps
And he finds himself
spread-eagled on the tracks
But the training that he learned
will get him nowhere fast.
And I know we
should be free
But freedom's just
a prison to me
'Cause I lied
to keep it kind
When I left you
far behind.
With the rain
pounding on his
back he recalls
the moment that
he cracked long
ago in the museum
with his friends.
And like those
memories the rain
keeps pounding
down, down, down.
And though these wings
have turned to stone
I can fly fly fly away.
Watch me fly above the city
Like a shadow on the sky.
Fly, fly, fly.
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People tell us
that we play too loud
But they don't know
what our music's about
We never listen
to the record company man
They try to change us
and ruin our band.
That's why we don't wanna be good
That's why we don't wanna be good
We're prisoners of rock and roll.
When were jammin'
in our old garage
The girls come over
and it sure gets hot
We don't wanna be watered down
Takin' orders
from record company clowns.
That's why we don't wanna be good
That's why we don't wanna be good
We're prisoners of rock and roll.
We're prisoners of rock and roll.
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Last night I was cool
at the pool hall
Held the table for eleven games
Nothing was easier
than the first seven
I beat a woman with varicose veins.
She stopped to see
herself in the mirror
Fix her hair and hide heir veins
And she lost the game.
Next day I went to the dentist
He pulled some teeth
and I lost some blood
We'd like to thank you
for the cards you sent us
My wives and I were all choked up.
I recall how Caesar and Cleo
Made love in the Milky Way
They needed boats
and armies to get there
I know there's a better way.
I saw the movie and I read the book
But when it happened to me
I sure was glad I had what it took
To get away.
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, gotta get away
I'm making another delivery
Of chemicals and sacred roots
I'll hold what you have to give me
But I'll use what I have to use.
The lasers are in the lab
The old man
is dressed in white clothes
Everybody says he's mad
No one knows
the things that he knows.
No one knows, no one knows
No one knows, no one knows
I'm sleepin' in every hallway
I just can't accept the stares
I'm using too many covers
I'm warm now so I don't care.
I'm thinkin' of no one in my mind
Sedan delivery
is a job I know I'll keep
It sure was hard to find.
Hard to find. hard to find
Hard to find. hard to find
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