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staring down these days ahead and the days gone by
all these regrets best make room for love
seems we're always racing with trouble too close behind
we may never win but where there's still hope there's still time
why blame ourselves at all for promises we never made?
though i'd blame myself if i should lose your love
always some bridge to cross or some mountain to climb
but all is not lost sure as the stars above there's still time
still time to find what we've been looking for
still time to find out there's no need to search any more for love
staring down these days ahead and the days gone by
all these regrets best make room for love there's still time
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when the world is wearing me down
and the wind is throwing its weight around
so cold it blows right through me
i need your love i sure could use your love right about now
they say every soul needs searching
but i just don't know where to begin
give me something to go on
i need your love i sure could use your love right about now
now that it's late and i see things so clearly must be something i can do
i feel like calling but it's much too early for you
so i'm up here writing this song
but tonight the words have come out wrong
think i'll just let my heart speak
i sure could use your love right about now
i need your love wish i could feel your love
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high above it all these words have lingered on
"i won't let you fall" though i must have heard it wrong
'cause i've been lying here seems all these broken songs
have fallen on deaf ears i must have heard it wrong
it's time i got used to it we've all been left behind
but i can't make the pieces fit hard as i try
when will i learn? believing for so long
as if i had faith to burn though i must have heard you wrong
i can't make the pieces fit hard as i try
behind this starry wall i turned and then walked on
thought i heard a star fall though i must have heard it wrong
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riverbed i'll lay my head upon your pillow and watch the waves go flowing by
riverbed underneath the weeping willow i'll sleep until the sunlight fills the sky
never said i would be your superhero i never said that i was strong
riverbed i'll lay my head upon your pillow if you'd just let this night go on and on
'cause everything i felt before don't make much sense to me any more
and everything i'm feeling now i can only dream about
river runs so cold and clear you'd think it must be heaven's mirror
and like the leaves i'm on the ground old jack is back in town
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how i hate to see you this way i feel for you love
is there nothing i can say to cheer you up?
for i see your face is filled with so much sorrow
wish i could make it disappear before this night is through with us
i feel for you love
i feel for you love
how i've tried to see the good side i feel for you love
you see all the years going by and you can't get off
but it's not that way time is all we're taking
for our own sake just let it go before it makes a fool of us
before it's too late in the game to change anything
is it too late in the game to change anything?
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the end must come for some good reason i've heard it said before
to everything a time and season what was this season for?
in a flash in a flash there one moment and gone in a flash
think of all the strangers you've encountered in cafes or subway trains
or lined up at this water fountain one drink and on your way
when hopes are rising like a rocket when cups are overflowing
when hearts are filled like children's pockets it's then i'll hear your song
our eyes can't help but disbelieve this bad news and even though
the end must come for some good reason right now i just don't know
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god so loved the idiot boy
he gave him a pair of eyes to explore
gave him a pair of hands to destroy
any good thing that he found
he said "put this kid in a candy store
let him run around till he drops"
just like a bull in a china shop
everything came crashing down
god so loved the idiot boy
that he filled the night with dreams
till dusty sunlight beams
danced upon the floor
gave him a solo in the choir
where songs of wild desire
were all his voice was for
god so loved the idiot world
he gave it his only son to kick around
that was long ago in another town
it could use a good laugh now
god so loved the idiot world
gave him a solo in the choir
where songs of wild desire
were all his voice was for
god so loved the idiot boy
he gave him coffee grounds in a paper cup
and a reason every day to keep getting up
in a world that drags you down
god so loved the idiot boy
god so loved the idiot boy
god so loved the idiot boy
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if i had all this time on my hands
well i would love to share it with you
and though our days have made other plans
well there is nothing i'd rather do
than sit and talk with you
my beautiful view
the squinting of her eyes when she smiles
the glinting of the sun in her hair
she wets her lips and takes a sip of
her tea as i try not to stare
and though i try not to
it's such beautiful view
my heart what's all the commotion about?
for so long i guess you've been going without
with all these numbers staring me down
and all this stormy weather so grey
so many grim reminders of how
much i have lost along the way
but you remind me it's true
of a beautiful view
all i want to do
is take a walk girl with you
my beautiful view
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you can count on many things to let you down
you can take you plans and stick them six feet underground
but wouldn't your time be better spent on days to come?
not the ones that went and left you on a doorstep one grey morning
there is a rumour and everybody's so convinced
but you don't believe your eyes have seen no evidence
of any good left in this town of any need to be hanging around
but you'll leave the sun behind you one grey morning
one grey morning one of many grey mornings
always turning up without warning
one grey morning one of many dream orphans
always turning up on your doorstep
you follow up on all the leads that lead nowhere
trying to recognise the need inside that led you there
you'll either listen to your heart or go drown it out in a noisy bar
till you're overcome by the silence one grey morning
one grey morning like today
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can't believe our luck sometimes anyway things will fall apart
and some days it seems as though we were doomed from the start
but i can't believe that fate would have such a cruel heart
though some days it seems i know we were doomed from the start
when all the world's asleep and the night is quiet and still
your love returns to me as if sent from above to my windowsill
so we'll take the good times then we'll take on its counterpart
if this love was meant to be not doomed from the start
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and up above me it's the same old sky
be it blue or be it grey
and more do i wonder what goes on behind
with every passing day
the voice of reason is seldom heard
but fear and ignorance have their say
i need more than ever to hear a kind word
with every passing day
but the more i see the more i feel the more i need to know for sure
what is real every passing day
and the more i see the more i feel the more i need to know for sure
what is real what is real
and from the pavement flowers grow
from the shadows children play
i'm feeling stronger in my heart i know
with every passing day
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well a bad day is when i'm up in the air
a better day is when i'm in repair
like this it's always been but then again
i seem to recall a time when
the day ahead was an open book
for every page i read a second look
what i knew then somehow can't put my finger on it now
but i seem to recall doing without
i seem to recall seem to recall when a daydream
seemed to be all seemed to be all i'd take with me
my wherewithal i seem to recall
now we're bumming around feeling awkwardly at home
amidst the dumbing down and the talk shows
with nothing much to say it wasn't always this way
i seem to recall a brighter day
i seem to recall seem to recall when your light
seemed to be all seemed to be all i'd go by
after nightfall i seem to recall
what i knew then somehow i've put my finger on it now
i seem to recall that there was no doubt
i seem to recall seem to recall when your love
seemed to be all seemed to be all i was so sure of
it could break my fall i seem to recall
my wherewithal i seem to recall
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