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listen and i'll tell you how
much i'd love to hold you now
if you listen you'll hear my heart pound
whenever you're around me
listen to that robin sing
at our window welcoming
the promise of an early spring
and a season made for loving
miracles all around
you've only to follow the sound
vibrating all around
can you hear it?
can you hear it?
can you hear it?
when i listen to that inner voice
it's telling me i have a choice
to condemn life or rejoice
i think i'll choose rejoicing
listen
listen
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underneath a perfect autumn coloured sky
they walked together side by side
until another season caused this love to roam
one less shadow on the road back home
a heart must have a reason our eyes don't understand
there seems to be some unseen hand
moving souls together tearing lives apart
one less shadow by the old schoolyard
one shadow still leaning out across a summer lawn
trying to find out where all the other shadows have gone
words can ring so hollow when your eyes are full
of love to comfort and console
this room without a window this broom without a floor
one less shadow darkening my door
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there's something about a lemonade stand that stands for all that's good
in this makeshift world of man in his cardboard neighbourhoods
where young enterprising minds are trying
to earn some nickels and dimes in summer time
well ain't life grand?
it's just one big one big lemonade stand
there's something about a lemonade stand that stands the test of time
just like an old tree house abandoned where rungs are left behind
for one who longs to climb and find
a secret place to hide and hold back the tide
from boyhood to man
it's a bittersweet song the song of a lemonade stand
two serious boys squinting into the sun
i'll be on my way you've got your business to run
and i got mine
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reacquainted with the sun above
and songs of love that we used to sing
takes the past out of the years and sets them here
all these handmade heartfelt souvenirs
reacquainted with my homeward dove
at this moment of my wandering
it puts the joy back in the tears as they reappear
all these handmade heartfelt souvenirs
and why has it been so long a time since we were one?
and why have these strings laid so long inside when there were songs to be sung?
reacquainted with the sun above
and songs of love that we used to sing
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Once I dreamed about being a part of the diamond life
Chasing after the flash of cameras and the spotlight
But now I'm chasing forever, I'm chasing forever, it's all right
Lord knows I've tried, but to no avail, was chasing my tail, so I'm off chasing forever
(Chasing forever)
Once it dawned on me what a song can grant you, I learned to write
In every songbook on every piano, eternal life
So now I'm chasing forever on these scraps of paper, it gets lonely
With what's gone before me so daunting, it's haunt or be haunted, I'm off chasing forever
(Chasing forever)
Chasing forever
(Chasing forever)
Always wondering to no avail, wondering if I'm on the right trail
Once I dreamed about being a part of that crazy world
But dreams can taunt you and fly off when they want to like a mockingbird, ooh-ooh
So now I'm chasing forever, I'm chasing forever, it's all right
As all through the night I lay pondering, am I just wandering, lost, chasing forever?
(Chasing forever)
Chasing forever
(Chasing forever)
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who gets to heal what's broken? who has the last word spoken?
everyone knows that the answer of course is time
and if i've disappointed you and you're all disjointed
all i can do is to hope and pray that you'll come around some day
and i'm counting on time i'm counting on time
to heal these wounds to see you through
there was a time when i was always around
then i was carried along on the sea of dreams i guess
in the pursuit of something better i lost the one thing
that you can never replace and now your face is on my mind
so i'm counting on time i'm counting on time
to heal these wounds to see me through
it seems i'm always working towards it
with nothing to show for it
nothing but time
who gets to heal what's broken? who has the last word spoken?
everyone knows that the answer of course is time sweet time
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i heard a sound i turned to see
the wind it must have been for at home there's only me
she's gone and far beyond the sea
still i find her hand in mine although there's only me
and as i wander around the world anew
beautiful girls pass me by but they're not you
and should i fail what would i be?
ashamed no one to blame oh no there's only me
i'd have no one to blame oh no there's only me
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you've been waiting all this time for love
you've been waiting all this time for love
so patiently you've waited on a kiss for a moment like this
you've been waiting all this time for love
i've been saving all my heart for you
i've been saving all my heart for you
for rainy days and even sunny days you just let me count the ways
that i've been saving all my heart for you
you came along at the right time down flirtation road
your patience had just begun to run out my heart was about to explode
for love for us
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raindrops in my coffee
what's a boy to do to make the clouds disappear?
what's a boy to do to make it clear?
raindrops or tears rolling down my cheek?
teardrops on the sidewalk
what's it going to take to make the sun shine again?
what's a boy to do to ease the pain?
teardrops or rain rolling down my cheek?
good times come and then they go
they're off somewhere but i can't follow
i see them disappear around the bend
and i'm standing in the rain again
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well i've been all around the world
he thought to himself one morning
what have i to show for it? where have i been?
he had a house on a quiet street children at play
now it hits him where he lives i've been away
i've been away my darlings i've been away
he walks the streets of his home town
he couldn't find a soul around
he stepped into a tavern where his old bar had been
when a man inquired if he knew the score of the game
i couldn't help you there my friend i've been away
i've been away i'm sorry i've been away
there's a crescent moon upon the hill
all around is quiet and still
he walks along the service road as if in a dream
when a voice from somewhere cries is everything okay?
can i walk beside you now? i've been away
i've been away my brother i've been away
i've been away my brother i've been away
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down saint paul there is a gaping hole where once my diana used to be
but summer's faded into autumn gone with all her golden opportunities
i was sipping on a soda once with my uncle george
he said he'd take me if i was a good boy
that was long ago a door forever closed
still in my mind i see diana sweets
and the sweet sweet summers i've known
sweet summers now long gone
when everything seems to be wrong
diana
from western hill cut to my windowsill in some hotel near krefield germany
am i doomed to wander every back road of my mind for all eternity?
why do i keep on knocking when there's nobody home
and calling where no one can pick up the phone?
for sentimental reasons i keep on believing
in some faded dream of diana sweets
and the sweet sweet summers i've known
sweet summers now long gone
diana where have you gone?
diana
why do we keep on knocking when there's nobody home
and calling where no one can pick up the phone?
for sentimental reasons i'll keep on believing
in some faded dream of diana sweets
and the sweet sweet summers i've known
sweet summers now long gone
when everything seems to be wrong
diana diana diana
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don't ask me why your guess is as good as mine
we did our best my love but our best wasn't good enough
and now you're standing here demanding dear
to know why love's gone behind well your guess is as good as mine
don't look at me my guess is it was not to be
for the worse it took a turn love's the lesson we never learn
and no it's not so strange that people change
still you're wondering why well your guess is as good as mine
where did we go wrong? tell me where did we go wrong?
you keep skipping like a broken record singing that godforsaken song
an old car's bound to stall and empires fall
it happens all the time well your guess is as good as mine
well i guess your guess is as good as mine
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so nice living on a tree lined street
it's so beautiful all year round
in the summer when the leaves are green
in the fall with all the leaves on the ground
and like the season we must be going
destination unknown destination unknown
it's so fine walking down my favourite street
you know the one with all the little buildings
in the winter with the snow and the sleet
in the springtime with all the little children
to see them playing to watch them growing
destination unknown destination unknown
this may be the last time we ever see this place
this may be the last time we ever see their faces
take a good look around you
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