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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think I'm no good, well I know I've been bad
Took you to a place, now you can't get...
Well... Remember when moses stopped to part the sea
Walking on water down in galilee
And the changing of water into wine,...
You're cold as Ice, Dark as night, like a thorn left in my mind
So why should I still long for you
A mistress so impossible,...
I sit and stare, and empty chair, another day without you
Each one for me, can only be, another day without you
The tick and...
He plays the game
Like a moth that finds love in a flame
He's flying high
But desire will burn him alive
Cry sad tears, then dry your eyes and mend your heart
Life's too short to waste sweet time, love is gone now you must start...
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what Spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In...
Last night I said these words to my girl
I know you never even try girl
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Please...
When love is young
The tallest tree
Is there to climb
Is evergreen
In summer fields we dream our dreams ...
Can I have a moment of your time
And leave this far behind
Can you find the time to take a chance
Just walk with me...
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Life Goes On like a carousel,
Life goes on a never-ending tale
Of love reborn, from the cradle warm
A web is spun for every mother's son
Life goes on like a spinning wheel
Life goes on never standing still
The gods decide how blessed am I
The days to come for every mother's son
And these footprints in the sand maybe nothing grand
But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart, what more can I say
Than I was a king for a day
Once the web is spun, for every mother's son
Life goes on like a tapestry
Life goes on each thread a part of me
That master plan of who I am
A day will come for every mother's son
And these footprints in the sand maybe nothing grand
But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart, what more can I say
Than I was a king for a day
Once the web is spun, for every mother's son
A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows
That's the way it's spun, for every mother's son
Every mother's son
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