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This is lyric #401

CORPORATE GOOSESTEP
lryics by Kenny the Gardener
c.2005

Wal-Mart is invading your land.
One visa their master card plan.
Mcdomination of all that they see.
One world global economy.

Don’t think just do it.
Buy! Buy! Buy!
Don’t think just do it.
Buy! Buy! Buy!
Don’t think just do it.
Buy! Buy! Buy!
Do the corporate goosestep
Die! Die! Die!

We send our soldiers to a foreign soil.
To protect our investment in oil.
See the name on the refinery.
A big American company.

Don’t think just do it.
Buy! Buy! Buy!
Don’t think just do it.
Buy! Buy! Buy!
Don’t think just do it.
Buy! Buy! Buy!
Do the corporate goosestep.
Die! Die! Die!

Exploitation of the common man
Makes everyone a hired hand.
Eliminate the competition
Brings economic deconstruction.

Factory is shutting down.
Businesses are leaving town.
A repressed economy.
Layoffs for profits all I see.
I was told the company .
Was moving out of the country.
Now look at all the stuff sold.
Coming from all over the world.
Lost my job to a sweatshop girl!
Lost my job to a sweat shop girl!
My job moved to a third world!
Lost my job to sweatshop girl!



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This is lyric #402

I SEE THE LIGHT……..THROUGH THE HOLE IN MY WALL
by Dagmar Bergan

INTRO. I SEE THE LIGHT THROUGH THE HOLE IN MY WALL
I SEE THE LIGHT HOW LOW CAN I FALL
I SEE THE LIGHT THROUGH THE HOLE IN MY WALL
HOW MANY BILLS CAN I STALL?

1. WHOOSH GOES THE WIND
THE WATER COMES’ ROUND THE BEND
IT GETS HIGHER AND HIGHER
I’M FLOATIN’ ON A TIRE

MY HOUSE IS SPLITIN’ IN TWO
CAN I JUST SAY, OH SCREW
AND SOMEHOW HOW I KNEW
THAT NEW ORLEANS WAS THROUGH

REFRAIN

I SEE THE LIGHT (3 TIMES)
THROUGH THE HOLE IN MY WALL
I SEE THE LIGHT (3)
HOW MANY BILLS CAN I STALL?

2. MY ROOF IS HANGING
MORE THAN MY BUTT IS SAGGING
THAT FEMA MAN
IS GIVIN’ ME THE CAN

DON’T MAKE ME GET ON MY KNEES
IF YOUR NOSE HAIRS NEED A TWEEZE
GET THAT TREE OFF MY CAR
I NEED TO GO TO A BAR

REPEAT REFRAIN

3. I LET OUT A MOAN
CAUSE NOW I NEED A LOAN
AND I NEED SOME HELP
BEFORE I TURN TO KELP

MY PRESIDENT
MAKES ME LIVE IN A TENT
FIX MY HOUSE YOU TWIT
BEFORE I THROW A FIT

REPEAT REFRAIN




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This is lyric #403

ROCKABILLY KID
by Lenny Solomon
© 2005

He said life had no rules, so he dropped right out of school
At the tender age of seven, seemed to know that his and heaven’s
Paths would probably never cross, ‘cause nobody could be his boss
Got a guitar at a pawn shop, from that time he didn’t stop
And, he’d drink, ‘till he couldn’t think
Walk into walls, fall down the halls, where he lived
That rockabilly kid

Stetson hat, Ranchwear shirt, he’d say, momma, let’s talk dirt
Cowboy boots, sequined vest, he’d say honey, be my guest
Guitar slung low, mouth on the mic, he’d sing his songs all through the night
In-between the sets he’d double, as a gamblin’ man get into trouble
And, then he’d drink, ‘till he couldn’t think
Walk into walls, fall down the halls, where he lived
That rockabilly kid

Now he’s old, lost in time, sings for you, for one thin dime
Tells you not to be a mourner, about his life down on the corner
Where he sings from noon to night, ‘til all the folks are gone from sight
Then he packs his ol’ guitar, heads down to the nearest bar
Where he drinks, until he can’t think
Walk into walls, fall down the halls, where he lived
That rockabilly kid



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This is lyric #404

My Father’s Hands
Janet Huderski
@ February 23, 2004

Hands that gently rocked away his tiny infants cries,
Hands that often wiped the tears from troubled teenage eyes,
His hands could be soft or stern, used for reprimand or grace,
When I held my father’s hands, I knew my heavenly father’s face.

We are called to be the feet and hands of our savior dear,
To let others know in times of pain that their Lord is near,
To go forth into this troubled world with encouragement for all.
Those dear hands, my father’s hands were faithful to that call.

Dear Jesus, let him be there when I reach that heavenly place,
So I might find myself once more in Daddy’s warm embrace.

Hands with cuts and blisters, scarred and marred with dirt,
Mute testimony to his family of his sacrifice and hard work,
His were hands that ably mended both broken toys and broken hearts,
When I held my father’s hands, I knew my heavenly Father’s heart.

We are called to be the feet and hands of our savior dear,
To let others know in times of pain that their Lord is near,
To go forth into this troubled world with encouragement for all
Those dear hands, my father’s hands were faithful to that call.

I hope to see his smiling eyes in that heavenly place,
that I might find myself once more in Daddy’s warm embrace.




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This is lyric #405

You Win
By Bob Bencze, Burning House Music
(c)2004

One last Hail Mary
One last drive
Just one last prayer
Keep this love alive

One last buzzer beater
Just one last shot
We hit the rim
Then we just fell out

But as the boo’s and cheers all fade away
You’re still laughing from up above
All the bookies know that this game was fixed
It’s a mean arena, leaner kind of love

One last split decision
One referee
I’ll take the fall
For all to see

One last knockout, drag out
One last round
It’s a TKO,
I’m going down

But as the booze and tears all fade away
I see you dancing glove to glove
Bare knuckles, scorn and that ridicule
Were our king sized, ring side kind of love

You can take the money
You can have the house
If you’re gonna take it all, honey
You win

One last cigarette
My blindfold’s on
Just shoot me now
I’ll be dead and gone

One last appeal
I’ve got just one last request
Aim for my heart
That’s what you do best

But as the smoke and mirrors fade away
I see you there just smiling still
In this game called love you always win
You never come to harm, you’re armed to kill

You can take the money
You can have the house
If you’re gonna take it all, honey
You win




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This is lyric #406

POWERLESS
written by Sapan Shah
c. 2006

u got a hold on me, like pain to the scar
u're all over me, too close to get far
yeah i'm so used to be... within and without
there's bound to be... something going in my mind
going round n round.... yeah...

i'm powerless
i wake up everyday alone
thinking about new ways to run
i'm powerless
i desire the way u think u r
but hate the things u've done so far
n i'm powerless

u got a hold on me, to be where u belong
n i can't be lost, but i just can't find a way out
n i'm walking on... on the roads that u've gone
but there's more below, the grass i need to start
a road that i can form... yeah

i'm powerless
i wake up everyday alone
thinking about new ways to run
i'm powerless
i desire the way u think u r
but hate the things u've done so far
n i'm powerless

and every little thing that i want to do, is what u've already made it through
and every little thing you ever dream was me...
and every day we're smiling on like we've just met each other, just had each other
just each other...

i'm powerless
i wake up everyday alone
thinking about new ways to run
i'm powerless
i desire the way u think u r
but hate the things u've done so far
n i'm powerless




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This is lyric #407

"One More Time"
Brenda Caunter (aka BC Adems)
c. 2005

They say it's not always gonna be this way,
Someday I might not feel so much pain.
There are times I walk around in a daze,
Searching for the right words to say.

You know it just doesn't feel so right,
That I'm the one that has to struggle to fight.
These things that life has dealt to me,
Is it fate or is it my destiny...

You say feel it, I say no.
You say through the pain's the only way to go.
You say you have to walk through it one more time.
Thats the only way to save your life.

Where to begin, Where do I start.
To drive that knife, right through my heart.
A million thoughts are racing in my head,
I can't help but think I'd rather be dead.

Don't get me wrong, I'm no coward I am strong.
I've survived a life of hell that lasted too long.
I'm just not sure I can go through it again,
How do I know the heartache and tears will make it end...

You say feel it, I say no.
You say through the pain's, the only way to go.
You say you have to walk through it one more time,
That's the only way to save your life.

I don't want to cry,
I don't want to feel the pain.
I don't want to hurt,
I don't want to feel this shame.
It's taking all that I am,
To convince me I'm not to blame..

You say feel it, I say no.
You say through this pains, the only way to go.
You say you have to walk through it one more time,
That's the only way to save your life.




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This is lyric #408

I AM
BY PAULA AJALA KING, EBBANFLOW PRODUCTIONS
c. 2004

Chorus/
I am LOVE IN LIVING Joy I am MOON
Bravely sharing self in the mid of night
I am Love in Living Joy SHE IS TIDE
Bravely washing away salty fear x2

I am freedomx3

And from love
I offer you an eternal moment of bliss x3

Without expectations x3


LISTEN TO REASON AND TAKE COURAGE OF HEART
FOR YOU SEE MY LOVE WE ARE TRUTH
UNABLE TO NOT EXIST EXCEPT WITHIN OUR NOTHINGNESS
WE ARE Love IN LIVING Joy

Repeat chorus



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This is lyric #409

U I Am
Greguez
c.2006

I don't know if we're going that much further
before colapsing in on ourselves.
But I know the only way to pull through
We got to take care of each other.

Think for yourself
And always consider the other.

You are a Universe
guided through tugging currents
with choices made

You vibrate
with the essence of life
Every feeling, thought and action
Reverberates
and changes the space around you

Each Universe responds.
Vibrations travel
Until all have moved
We are together
U I am.



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This is lyric #410

All The Lonely People
by Harry Becker
© 2006

Well, the story goes, Sir Isaac Newton sat beneath a tree.
An apple falling on his head disturbed his reverie,
averting his attention, from what was on his mind,
till he could find an explanation.

But the secrets of the universe were not his only thought,
answers to such questions, not the only ones he sought.
Why was he beneath that tree with no one by his side,
no one to confide to as he pondered?

Consider all the sad and lonely people in this world,
Logic might suggest a remedy.
It’s just a matter of time, they should find
comfort in each other’s company.

But there’s no place for logic in discussions of the heart.
The subject of what’s smart does not arise.
The nature of attraction is unclear, when two bodies near,
the laws of gravitation don’t apply.

And so we plot our journeys and travel to the stars,
And wonder just how far we’ve really come.
The unresolved equation still remains, science can’t explain
all the lonely people.




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This is lyric #411

WAR BETWEEN THE STATES
R.B. LANCASTER, JR.
Copyright applied May 25, 2006

FROM THE 'STATE' OF MATRIMONY
TO THE 'STATE' OF BEING FREE
I COULD GIVE MY HEART IF ONLY
FOR THIS WAR INSIDE OF ME

SO I’VE GOT TO BE DECIDIN’
WHAT I LOVE AND WHAT I HATE
TO KEEP MY HEART FROM DYIN’
IN THIS WAR BETWEEN THE STATES

(Chorus)
IN THIS WAR BETWEEN THE STATES
DO I HAVE WHAT IT TAKES
TO FIGHT HARD PROTECTING ME
OR AM I THE ENEMY?
IN THIS WAR BETWEEN THE STATES
I’M UNDER SEIGE TO OVERTAKE
THE ENEMY IN ME THAT’S FIGHTIN’
IN THIS WAR BETWEEN THE STATES

(Bridge)
MY BABY SAYS THAT WE SHOULD MAKE US LEGAL
I ALWAYS TELL HER THAT I WILL FOLLOW THROUGH
BUT SHE’S TIRED OF ME TELLING HER THAT "I WILL"
NOW WHAT SHE WANTS TO HEAR ME SAY IS "I DO"

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
WISDOM SAYS THAT WHEN YOU DEAL WITH ROMANCE
THE BEST THINGS START WHEN THEY SEEM TO END
AND IF I'LL JUST USE THE SECRET OF SURRENDER
I’LL SEE...SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA LOSE TO WIN

(Chorus)



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This is lyric #412

No Compromise
Michael Duer
c. 2004

Verse 1
Sorry guys, but I really got to go, temperature rising red blood cells low
Try to beat the disease, but its unrelenting, so I take these med’s to help keep me living
Days all start with nausea and fatigue, radiation side effects you just wouldn’t believe
Sometimes I lay in bed look up to the sky, with tears in my eyes I got to ask my God

Chorus
Why?
I don’t want to die
How can I survive?
When there’s no compromise (give and take life)

Verse 2
Worst part of the day, is when I got to go to school, to hear those words so demeaning and cruel
Yeah I’m pale as a ghost and my skin is pealing, no I don’t have hair, but I do have feelings
My true friends have been there thru thick and thin, with compassion, laughter, they encourage me to win
And God only knows I couldn’t of made it this far without the overwhelming love from my mother and father

Verse 3
They’re strong as steel and their always smiling, but deep down inside I know their crying
Wanting nothing else but to take my place, but knowing only I can run this race
I’d give anything to relieve this strain, the hurt they feel, the inevitable pain
I pray all thru the night and into the day and hope God will intervene when I say

Chorus
Why?
I don’t want to die
How can I survive?
When there’s no compromise (give and take life)

Verse 4
Today I felt like I was pulled from a cave, out of the darkness and into brighter days
Inspired by the Man who also took a fall, had to suffer thru hell before he rose above it all
Even when I thought I was at the end of my rope, I relied on faith and never gave up hope
Guess I could’ve given up and went down in ball, but I’d rather swing and miss than not swing at all

End Chorus

I
I’m not going to die
Somehow I survived
We found a compromise (take and give life)



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This is lyric #413

IT’S BEEN A LONG HARD RIDE
by Brandy Wayment
(c) 2006)


I’ve been the caregiver, the caretaker,
Cook, maid, and moneymaker
Now all I want `s a little time for me

I’ve been raising kids and paying bills,
Not much time for anything else
Been on a date a couple of times
You know it’s been a long hard ride

(Chorus)
I don’t know what I’m looking for
Something special, something more
Someone to share my dreams with me
And in a crowd, he would be proud
To be in my company

I want calls at work just to hear him say
“Hey honey, how’s your day?”
I wanna know somebody cares

I wanna be hugged & kissed & know I’m missed
By a man I can’t resist
I wanna feel that passion burn deep inside
You know it’s been a long hard ride

(Chorus)(faster)
Now I’m not sayin’ I need a man
It’s just that every now and then
Sometimes in the middle of the night
It might be nice, to hold someone tight
And remember what love feels like

(Repeat to close)
Yeah it might be nice, to hold someone tight
And remember what love feels like . . .




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This is lyric #414

Imagine That World
H Hanson (Hugo H Hanson)
© 04/30/2006

The traffic stands still, and I'm stuck on a highway
My mind’s drives me mad with what’s wrong about my day
The radio barks out the latest bad news
I grip the wheel tighter, to fight the road raging blues

I want to live in a world where cars drive without gas
I'll live in the present, and forgive my past
Imagine a world where enemies become friends
And I know myself beyond this noise in my head
Imagine that world

I walk in the door dragging my feet
My kid's all stressed out says he's got to compete
He needs help with his homework as I'm startin to fade
What's wrong with this picture the boy's just in third grade

I want to live in a world where from an early age
We’ll learn that life’s a river not a losing game
Picture a world where we paint with a brush
Our own watercolor with the master’s touch

Can you picture that world?

We crawl into bed and lie there awake
I bring up the bills and the money we make
We're workin more hours running for our lives
But the debt keeps on rising for us to survive

I want to live in a world where we share the wealth
Look each other in the eye and see ourselves
Where everyone has a piece of the pie
And less is more will be a part of life

I want to live in that world
Let’s step out of our shells and take hold of our lives
There are signs all around if we’ll open our eyes
Don’t miss the train comin it'll be on time
Let’s climb aboard and leave our baggage behind

I want to live in a world where we share the wealth
Look each other in the eye and see ourselves
Imagine a world where enemies become friends
And we know ourselves beyond the noise in our heads

Can you picture that world? Imagine that world; I want to live in that world,




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This is lyric #415

Prayer for New Orleans
Nathan A. Baker
Copyright ©2005

If I could go back for a moment
If I could go back for just one more day
To my home sweet Louisiana
Never more would I stray

Gentle River takes my prayer
Float it home by the long slow way
Till you come to the Big Easy
New Orleans by the surging sea

It’s going to be a lonesome journey
Trumpet’s voice can still be heard
But I’ll stay on the straight and narrow
Till my time away be served

Gentle River takes my prayer
Float it home by the long slow way
Till you come to the Big Easy
New Orleans by the surging sea

Misplaced and scattered, possessions gone,
Tired, troubled, and miles from home
Despair settles but I’ll not give in
Lord gives me strength to rise again.

Gentle River takes my prayer
Float it home by the long slow way
Till you come to the Big Easy
New Orleans by the surging sea

Roll on River to the deep blue sea
Till peace comes home to Big Easy



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This is lyric #416

THE BALLAD OF BOB DYLAN
© Norman Lamont

He flew in from Miami with a bagful of bones
I was singing in the airport bar, just to pay off some loans
Two sleepless eyes in an unmade face
He saw me at the bar, he said "This must be the place!"
Said he was looking for a room for the night
He said his name was Bob Dylan, I said "Ha ha, right!"

He spent the night at my place on a couple of chairs
In the morning he was up and off and down the stairs
I found him in the marketplace, busking for cash
Playing my guitar in a rough and ready kind of fashion
A voice like a hangover looking for a cure
I said you sound like Bob Dylan, he said "Why sure."

Twenty miles away, high security hospital
They were looking for a guy who'd jumped the wall
They were looking in the streets they were looking in the zoo
No way of knowing what this kind of man might do
They only thing they'd got on him while he was away
Was he was into Bob Dylan in a big big way.

My friend with his busking made a couple of pounds
And with a couple of mine that got a couple of rounds
We sat there reminiscing back down the line
To the sixties, how we hadn't recognized them at the time
When this guy burst in, grabbed my friend by the sleeve And says 'I'm Bob Dylan' - I thought Man, time to leave

They got stuck into each other, I never saw the stranger's face
Barman's yelling at me Get these guys outta the place
Spitting out language, they were spitting out blood
It was like watching Cain and Abel, before the flood.
Got out to the street and the stranger was gone
My friend Bob Dylan just picked up his bag of bones

(This is what he told me ...)

'That guy there used to be a country western star
Who put down his roots and never wandered far
With his Jewish mama and five kids on the farm
It had been too damn long since he'd done any harm.
His wife cut his throat, he had to get born again
I got his job, he's been after me since then.'

What about the bones? He said 'I carry them with me
They remind me of a guy I knew in 63
He could have been a big shot, I told him back then
But he turned into a junkie - well I ain't no judge of men.'
That was his tale, as the evening wore on
When I woke up in the night Bob Dylan had gone.

He'd taken my guitar and my cowboy boots
My country singing tie and my country singing suit
Left me his bones, and some kinda book
It might have been a Bible, I never got time to look
'Cause they kicked down the door, they walked in real slow
They said 'We're looking for Bob Dylan' I said 'Whaddya know?'

These days I don't work much, guess I'm past my prime
I'm growing me a beard, that passes the time
I'm living in the country but I'll get across the wall
When I get a better grip of my short-term recall
Some days I feel bitter, some days I feel worse
I just write another song and play it to the nurse.




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This is lyric #417

Artificial Cowboy
by Richard Harris
Copyright January 2, 2006

Well he's an artificial cowboy from Ontario
He hasn't seen a cow up close since 1989
But he drives a pickup truck
And he wears a cowboy hat
And he listens to country music all the time

Yes, he's an artificial cowboy
Of horses he has none
His ranch is in Etobicoke
and he sure don't own a gun

Well he smokes American cigarettes
Yeah, he's a Marlboro Man
And he likes to drink Budwiser
Right out of the can

You'll never see him wearin' shoes
All he owns are boots
And he wears blue jeans every day
He doesn't own no suits

Well he's a man who likes to go with the latest trend
So someday soon this cowboy phase is going to reach an end
He'll gather all his cowboy duds and put them all away
Or maybe he'll just put them up for sale on E-Bay



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This is lyric #418

DON’T BUY ANY GREEN BANANAS
Robert Gaspar
Copyright 2001

My doctor shook his head starin’ at my x-ray
I got a sinkin’ feelin’ it was doomsday
I said break it to me easy doc I’m not very brave
He put his hand on my shoulder ‘n said, well Dave

CHORUS

Don’t Buy Any Green Bananas
Live today like there’s no tomorrow
Buy yourself a big twenty-dollar Havana
But Don’t Buy Any Green Bananas

That’s when the phone started ringin’ off the wall
And a sweet voice said this is your wake-up call
I said thank God in heaven it was all just a nightmare
But it made me aware there was no time to spare

REPEAT CHORUS:

I’m gonna go out and look up some long lost friends
Gonna mend some fences and tie up loose ends
Gonna hook ‘em down to Rio goin’ strictly first class
Gonna live every day like it was my last

CHORUS:

No not Buyin’ Green Bananas
Livin’ today like there’s no tomorrow
Puffin’ on my big twenty-dollar Havana
No no Buyin’ Green Bananas

OUTRO:

Partyin’ all night in a beach cabana
Sippin’ on vodka ‘n Tropicana
Don’t Buy Any Green Bananas



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This is lyric #419

Fallen Angel
by Kathryn Grimm
Copyright 2005

You’re down and out, I feel your pain
You’re sitting there alone again
You dry your eyes, try to find the strength
To make it through another day

CH:
Fallen Angel, Fallen Angel
How I can I help you fly?
Fallen Angel, Fallen Angel
When the whole world has passed you by

Loneliness is hardly the word
For how this feels, hurt beyond hurt
Lower than the ground that you see
No love to share, no company

Fallen Angel…

Oh I wish I could bring you back
You know I’ve give anything
If you let me, I would give you that
But all you know is pain

Starving for the love you can’t have
Nobody helps nobody understands
Circumstances put you here
And here’s where you’ll stay year after year

Fallen Angel…




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This is lyric #420

CROSS THE LINE
bernie schmidt
c. 2002

V1

She tiptoes past the bedroom door
Leaves the letter on the table
There’s a cardboard suitcase holding all she owns
The picket fence can’t keep her anymore.

V2

The diner’s neon flickers in the dawn
Her apron hangs beside the counter
There’s a greyhound waiting by the country road
She turns to face her future – she’s getting on

CH

And now’s the time to Cross The Line
It's the only way to keep her dreams alive
In the heartbeat of the moment she decides
To Cross The Line and touch the sky

V3

The city towers with its steel and stone
Her tiny room is dark and silent
A midnight siren moans beyond the walls
Eating at her hunger to carry on

CH

And now’s the time to Cross The Line
It's the only way to keep her dreams alive
In the heartbeat of the moment she decides
She’s never going under

Br

It’s in a lesson learned that no-one ever told her
It’s made the difference in deciding what is real
To know that deep inside, the journey’s never over
It helps her understand the thing that really matters
She is free to choose the way she feels
The way she feels

CH

That’s why it’s time to Cross The Line
It's the only way to keep her dreams alive
In the heartbeat of the moment she decides
She’s gonna touch the sky

CH

And now’s the time to Cross The Line
It's the only way to keep her dreams alive
When the moment is a chance to touch the sky
Oh is it any wonder she crossed the line




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This is lyric #421

MERCY CALLING
Zoretta Hopkins
5-2006

Can’t seem to sleep, don’t want to eat
Don't want to go, don't want to stay
Above my head and in the air
I hear your voice, sending me there

A higher plane, new level to find
A hope of joy, I'll wear a crown
But yet I hold on.. to the things I must let go
Your grace and mercy press me so...

Chorus:
Don't want to be cut off from your grace
Because I procrastinate.
I know delay my blessing
When I do not obey.
But I hear your mercy calling
As I stand in this place
Oh Lord, I feel you in this place

And so I prayed for obedience
To come and fill, my activeness
Struggling in my flesh, my mind said no
But then my heart, my soul said press and go!

Chorus:
No I won’t be cut off from your grace
Lord I will obey!
I wanna be holy and righteous
When I stand before your face
So glad I hear your mercy calling
As I stand in this place
Oh Lord, I feel you in this place

Bridge:
I feel your love....reaching out to me
I feel your grace...the one that saves me
I feel your love....Reaching, reaching
I feel your grace... Saving, saving
I feel , I feel…

I feel your mercy calling as I stand here today, Oh lord..I feel you in this place
Oh...Lord, Lord I will be obey....
Oh...Lord, Lord I will be obey....




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This is lyric #422

see it in her eyes
mike shannon & chick tsikouras, big bus music, bmi
@ 2005

it was 5:00 when your granddaughter walked down the aisle
light filtered thru the trees just right for may
the minister, she was from some universal church of light
and barbara e. flew in from up north
she said it's really cold, with those real long nights
and except for drew who's livin' in japan
everybody's there but you

dad was there; he was looking good
he played his bones in time
baby kate was blowing bubbles
her mother had a smile now as big as the nile
amy was home from seal school
dave was jamming with the wedding band
and except for drew who's livin' in japan
everybody's there but you

everybody there was fine
you could feel it in the room
you could see it in their eyes
your sister misses you
she knows she's last in line
everybody's there and you
you could see it in her eyes

laura came down – down from the mountain
she was there with a new friend he's a… freshman too
i distracted her from catching the bouquet
you never know… the future's hard to tell
like the gates of heaven and the gates of hell
i felt a chill, a whisper in the air
I turned to look but you’re not there
cause except for drew who's livin' in japan
everybody’s there but you

everybody there was fine
you could feel it in the room
you could see it in their eyes
your sister misses you
she knows she's last in line
everybody's there and you
you could see it in her eyes

everybody's there and you
you could see it in her eyes



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This is lyric #423

Walking on Sacred Ground
Joanne Lurgio/BMI
c. 2005

(V1)
I heard the song; the angels calling
They sang prepare, it won’t be long
There is a place, for me in heaven
Soon I will see my savior‘s face
(V2)
All of my pain, will be forgotten
Oh what joy, he’ll call my name
This heavy load, set on my shoulders
Will be lifted when he carries me home
(CH)
I’ll leave my shoes at heaven’s door
I won’t be needing them no more
I’ll be walking on sacred ground
When my time with you is done
I know my spirit will live on
I’ll be walking on sacred ground
(V3)
It breaks my heart; that I must go
It’s much too soon for us to part
But know my love, when I have gone
I will comfort you from above
(CH)
I’ll leave my shoes at heaven’s door
I won’t be needing them no more
I’ll be walking on sacred ground
When my time with you is done
I know my spirit will live on
I’ll be walking on sacred ground
(V4)
Now don’t you cry, we’ll say goodbye
Though it’s only for a while
And everyday, just remember
I’ll be only a whisper away
(CH)
I’ll leave my shoes at heaven’s door
I won’t be needing them no more
I’ll be walking on sacred ground
When my time with you is done
I know my spirit will live on
I’ll be walking on sacred ground
Yes, I’ll be walking on sacred ground
(TAG)
I’ll leave my shoes at heaven’s door
I won’t be needing them no more
I‘ll be walking on sacred ground




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This is lyric #424

Bonnie & Clyde
by Michael Massimo


He was a renegade writer
He was a poet in his prime
He was tiring from finding inspiration all the time
He was hungry for adventure
Get in trouble if he could
And a drive across the country just might do himself some good
Someone riding shotgun
Too pretty to ignore
With just a little mischief, spirited and sure
He was looking for a partner
Who would like to take a ride
He was looking for a Bonnie to his Clyde

She was a diva desperado
Always had a new address
She was thinking that this town might have her settling for less
Never seeing what she needed
And her career was near the end
And a feeling so familiar said it's time to go again
Someone who's a hero
With nothing left to prove
With just a little mystery and always on the move
She was looking for a partner
Didn't want to be a bride
But she'd love to be a Bonnie to a Clyde

On the run, by my side
I could dream, you could drive
Take the world by surprise
On the run, by my side

It was a hole up in the highlands
It was open all the time
It was just the kind of place you'd find a partner to a crime
He was hustling the hot shots
She was drawing him away
So he talked to her a while and they had a lot to say
She said "I'm getting tired of living
The same day year after year"
He said "I think it's time the both of us were getting out of here
And don't ask me where we're going
'Cause I don't have a clue
There is nothing here for us to come back to"

On the run, by my side
I could dream, you could drive
Take the world by surprise
On the run, by my side

Someone riding shotgun
Too pretty to ignore
With just a little mischief always spirited and sure

He was looking for a partner
Who would cross the Great Divide
He was looking for a Bonnie to his Clyde



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This is lyric #425

FINALE
Olivia Lynn
c. 2006

Verse 1:
Everybody is up in our biz
I ask you, baby
what is this
heard you been out with her
all night long
when I told you to
leave her alone
caught you cheating in my own house
now pack your [naughty word removed]
'cause I want you out
and don't forget to leave your key
'cause you will never hear from me
CHORUS:
I will never again
let you disrespect me
don't want to see you again
and I don't mean maybe
just get your things and go
and don't come back no more
there's no more episodes
this is the finale
VERSE 2:
We've been through all
the drama scenes
from cheatin' to lovin'
to sexin' me
you continue to play this role
got my life spinning
out of control
I need someone who'll
treat me right
take me out and
love me every night
the show's over gotta
say goodbye
and there will be no reunion 'cause I
CHORUS:
will never again
let you disrespect me
don't want to see you again
and I don't mean maybe
just get your things and go
and don't come back no more
there's no more episodes
this is the finale
BRIDGE:
I've been through all the drama
that I'm willing to take
you promised to never again
let my heart break
I could have left long ago
but I was in love with you so
I prayed for better but
things got worse
boy, you've got some nerve
CHORUS 2 TIMES




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This is lyric #426

Stone On Water
Bozwell / Five Firs Music
c. 1997

In that little house on your old street
I can still remember every creak
'Cause in those days of late night talk and wine
I swear your mother fed me more than mine


(chorus):
When I get some time to ponder
Well, my mind skips like a stone on water
But I always end up lost in wonder
We just turn our backs and it all just slips away


In those years when angels cleared a path
You dreamt out loud and someone did the math
Parting late in such sweet sorrow
To do it all again tomorrow


(chorus):
When I get some time to ponder
Well, my mind skips like a stone on water
But I always end up lost in wonder
We just turn our backs and it all just slips away

(bridge):
We'd sit in the kitchen and talk to your folks
Our friends would drop by and we'd laugh 'till we'd choke
And then you just get caught in what you've got going on
And then the house and the people and the whole damn thing is gone


(chorus):
When I get some time to ponder
Well, my mind skips like a stone on water
But I always end up lost in wonder
We just turn our backs and it all just slips away



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This is lyric #427

Keep On Walking
Amber Gaia
copyright 2006

The butterfly follows the cycle
from caterpillar to chrysalis
Emerging at last in beauty
Building strength to live and fly free.

Your soul is being revealed
Allowing your true self to shine through
Finding all the answers you need
Building strength to live and fly free. Chorus
Chorus
Walk tall now, feel your strength
Know when to bow, when to keep pace
Keep on walking, Keep on walking
Keep on walking toward the light of day
Then you’ll find your way.

Bridge:
Take a chance, trust yourself
You’re stronger than you know
and you will fly free.

Follow the path that is strong and true
Give love and keep plenty for you
Gather experience in life
Build your strength to live and fly free. Chorus



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This is lyric #428

Orange Tabby (It’s the Same Old Pain)
by Bobbie Gallup ASCAP
© 2006

Old black man standing on the shoulder
Waiting for the cars to pass
I was slowing down to turn
That’s when I saw the cat
A big old orange tabby
Lying in the other lane
Saw the old guy wipe away his tears
And I had to do the same

I could see his heart was breaking
Cause he’d just lost his friend
And I’d have done most anything
To bring that cat back again
I’ll probably never shake his hand
And I’ll never know his name
But my heart went out to him
Cause losing hurts us all the same

CHORUS:
I cried all the way to work
Cause I felt the hurt
Of losing you all over again
It happens when I least expect it
Sometimes it goes undetected
But it’s the same old pain

We can’t prepare ourselves for it
We rarely know the time
It hurts the most when we don’t get
The chance to say goodbye
One minute you were here with me
The next moment you were gone
Though I know I must let go
My heart just won’t move on

BRIDGE:
I watched the old man in my mirror
As he picked his companion up
Wrapped him gently in his coat
And he held that broken body close
As I'm sure the good Lord did for you
The day he called you home

CHORUS:
I cried all the way to work
Cause I felt the hurt
Of losing you all over again
It happens when I least expect it
Sometimes it goes undetected
But it’s the same old pain

Yeah, it’s the same old pain




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This is lyric #429

OLD HONKY-TONK INJURIES
by Marcia McCaslin
c. 2005

v1
Joe's got a shoulder that hasn't worked right
Not in the years since his one barroom fight
It was over a woman—he's forgotten her name
But the shoulder still hurts him whenever it rains

Pre-Chorus
The dancing and drinking, they all took their toll
Sometimes the passion got out of control
We broke a few rules but we seldom got caught
We were fearless night flyers and nobody thought
About

Chorus
Old Honky-Tonk Injuries
Complete with the bittersweet memories
Whatever you do, don't touch me there please
It's the place of
There's still a trace of
Some Old Honky-Tonk Injuries

v2
Now when we meet at the Pine Cone Cafe
Over afternoon coffee we break up the day
Someone might mention the good times we had
The aches and the pains just hang on, but we laugh

Pre-Chorus
The broken hearts managed to mend through the years
Some kind of peace has come out of the tears
We've slowed down a little—can't quite walk the walk
But you'd better believe we can still talk the talk
About

Chorus Repeats

Bridge
The right hook that Joe used to knock the man down
Means Joe does a lot of things left-handed now
Sometimes a hitch in my get-a-long
Reminds me of a wild western swing-a-thon
And one of those

Chorus Repeats




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This is lyric #430

New Eyes
by Chris Dingman
© 2006

I spent half a lifetime
learning how to please.
It’s hard to stand up
after so long on your knees.
And I feel a little foolish
about the things I couldn’t see.
But the tenderness I felt for her
I’ll take with me.

Chorus 1:
Cuz I’m coming home.
I thought I found the answer when she smiled at me.
But now the answers they don’t come so easily.
And if you want me I’ll be stumblin’ down the road.

She was the mountain
That I pushed my boulder up.
And I was a beggar
with a hole right through my cup.

Chorus 2:
But I’m coming home.
I’m making my mistakes out there for all to see.
But for every two steps back, I’m going forward three.
And if you want me I’ll be walkin’ down the road.

I used to look for someone
Who would reel me in.
Now I look in the mirror
and I’m staring right at him.
New Hampshire, California,
they’re both windswept desert plains.
If you don’t have new eyes
the landscape stays the same.

Chorus 3:
Oh I’m coming home.
I can only see a little ways in front of me.
And if I die out here, I don’t care where you bury me.
Cuz by that time I’ll be flying down the road.



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This is lyric #431

Clothesline
by Roberta Chevrette
(c) 2006

I didn’t ask to be your clothesline
So don’t hang those things on me
I didn’t ask to be your lifeline
So I could carry you from sea to sea
I didn’t ask to be your pillow
So I could hold your head up high
I didn’t ask to be your wings
So I could teach you to fly

I didn’t ask to be your brand new shoes
So I would have to break you in
I didn’t say I could relieve you
Of the mess that you’re in
I didn’t ask to be your table
So you could put your problems on my back
So if I gave you that impression
Then baby I’m taking it back

Cuz I need someone to carry me
Sometimes too
We all need to be carried
Sometimes

I didn’t ask to be your songbook
So I could teach you all the words
And I don’t want to be your medicine
To take away the hurt
I don’t want to be your teacher
Even if this is your favorite class
And I don’t want to be the water
That fills up half your glass

I just wanted to be
With you

But I don’t think I can be your painting
The only color in the room
And I don’t think I can be your savior
Even if you want me too
I don’t think I am the vehicle
That can take you far away
But I wanted you to come
I wanted you to stay

I just wanted to be your guitar
So you could play with me
I just wanted to be your guitar
So I could set you free

But I need someone to carry me
Sometimes too
We all need to be carried
Sometimes




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This is lyric #433

My blue kitchen
by Michelle Einarsson
Copyright: 2005 06 01

My blue kitchen

When life gives you nothing kiss someone
If it´s still dull try chase the moon
When nothing is left to achieve
and nothing is more to be seen
You come to me in my blue kitchen,
finding a place where you´ve never been.

Maybe it was just that simple
To rest one´s soul in someone´s eyes
Now you sit down at my worn table
And before you give your last sigh
You realize you were not able
To share or give and now it´s time to die

Words unspoken soothe no more
The only possible reach is that of touch
Lose your promises let go
See them fade into the morning light
You´re here you´re there you´ll always be
Walking alone and left behind

You show no regrets no visible sorrow
Grasp the moment there will be no tomorrow
Some learn from life and some don´t
It makes no difference we all must go
So line up and get your ticket
And perform your last show



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This is lyric #434

Always in My Heart
Sylvia Griffith
c. 2005

Frost on the honeysuckle, ice in the birdbath
Leaves turning red and gold and brown
There’s a chill in the mid-day air, trees are looking mighty bare
Won’t be long ‘til snow is on the ground
As the seasons change I’m thinking of you
Though you’ve been gone so long the memories seem brand new
I never have loved anyone the way that I loved you
And in wintertime I miss you most of all
Except for springtime, summer, and the fall

I see your face so fair in my dreams, you’re often there
Chiding or guiding me along
You taught me love of life, strength and faith in times of strife
And you loved me back your whole life long
I am who I’ve become because I learned from you
I’m strong and I’m caring, my word is always true
You’re with me every single day in all I say and do
I can’t help but miss you now that we’re apart
And though you’ve gone on you’re always in my heart

Yes, I’m who I’ve become because, in part, I’m you
I’m strong and I’m caring, my word is always true
You’re with me every single day in all I say and do
I can’t help but miss you now that we’re apart
And though you’ve gone on you’re always in my heart




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This is lyric #435

Anita's Cookie Jar
Emily Sanders,Sheltering Wind Music, ASCAP
© 2006

She loved her yellow cookie jar
And kept it on a shelf
The woman who gave to everyone
Kept so little for herself
Antique glass with flower designs
Daffodil and daisy blooms
Brightened many mornings
That spoke of grey and gloom

Chorus:
Like poetry unspoken
And night's imprint of a star
A dream that can't be broken
Like Anita's cookie jar
I hold that history in my heart
Her spirit’s never far
The magic and the mystery
Of Anita's cookie jar

One day the jar was broken
Pieces fell against the door
Designs of blooming daisies
Lay shattered on the floor
We saved the tiny pieces
Made them into picture frames
Each told a timeless story
That spoke gently of her name

Chorus:
Like poetry unspoken
And night's imprint of a star
A dream that can't be broken
Like Anita's cookie jar
I hold that history in my heart
Her spirit’s never far
The magic and the mystery
Of Anita's cookie jar

Bridge:
Heirlooms frame our stories
That live deep within our hearts
They tell us where we came from
And will never break apart

Chorus:
Like poetry unspoken
And night's imprint of a star
A dream that can't be broken
Like Anita's cookie jar
I hold that history on my heart
Her spirit’s never far
The magic and the mystery
Of Anita's cookie jar

Now I see the pieces
From Anita's cookie jar
I don't see broken dreams
'Cause her imprint's on a star
Daffodils and daisy blooms will
forever be new and whole
On the same shelf holding memories
Framing imprints of her soul

Chorus:
Like poetry unspoken
And night's imprint of a star
A dream that can't be broken
Like Anita's cookie jar
I hold that history in my heart
Her sprit’s never far
The magic and the mystery
Of Anita's cookie jar



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This is lyric #436

THE OTHER SIDE OF NIGHT
Michael Ryther
c. 2006

like with all the others I didn’t even let you switch the light
a beautiful distraction to lighten up my shadow of a life

I knew you’d turn me on
but how did we both
come to find
the other side of night

I tell you that your color has changed my life forever and you smile
the sun breaks through the window and shimmers in your eyes, I feel alive

I knew you’d turn me on
but how did we both
come to find
the other side of night

daylight comes and you’re still here
and now I marvel at my tears
how has life brought me you
and how have you made me feel new?
how have we arrived

on the other side of night



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This is lyric #437

Under the Sun (The Flea Market Song)
Michael R. J. Roth and Harri Wolf
(C)1982, 2005

Will you buy a winter coat at a bargain?
Can you beat the price on this Navajo rug?
The heat is on; this is the only one like it
under the sun.
And if you don't like it, two for the price of one.
If you don't like it, I'll sell you two for the price of one.

Anything you need, I'll sell it or buy it.
Others ask too much, and most of it's junk.
I know the good from the bad; I've handled everything
under the sun.
And if you don't like it, two for the price of one.
If you don't like it, I'll sell you two for the price of one.

Under the table, I've got a very hot item--
a cowboy hat, I'll even throw in a gun.
You ought to watch the heat, you can go crazy
under the sun.
And if you don't like it, two for the price of one.
If you don't like it, I'll sell you two for the price of one.

Here's a bayonet, it's genuine Army.
They sent it home to me with the rest of my son.
Here's a shot they took of him where he's grinning
under the sun.
And if you don't like it, two for the price of one.
If you don't like it, I'll sell you two for the price of one.

So will you buy a winter coat at a bargain?
Can you beat the price on this Navajo rug?
It might be gone, but I'll be here tomorrow
under the sun.
And if you don't like it, two for the price of one.
If you don't like it, I'll sell you two for the price of one.




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This is lyric #438

IN THE GREAT DESERT OF BRAZIL
Hoagie Hill, Seamonster Sounds
c. 1995

Let's not worry 'bout the climate and such depressing topics;
Think how refreshing it must be right now in the tropics.
Darling, let's pack our bags and be off
this old treadmill...

No doomsday talk there,
No future shock there,
in the Great Desert of Brazil.


We'll buy a lot dirt-cheap and build a house brand-new;
Soon enough the sea will rise, we'll have an ocean view.
We'll buy ourselves a Jeep, trade in the Cadillac
Seville...

At first it may seem a bit austere,
but ya gotta love that atmosphere,
in the Great Desert of Brazil.


How romantic it will be to stroll along the Amazon;
Never mind that it's dried up and all the flowers gone.
We'll just put in some Rainbirds for the lawn,
yes we will...

We'll really have it made,
the only thing we won't have is shade,
but still...
We'd rather broil than freeze,
and if we ever get homesick we'll put in a few plastic trees...
in the Great Desert of Brazil.



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This is lyric #439

Hello company
Ron O’Toole
c. 1995

Laughter serves as tool
Sorrow takes the ruse
Wisdom enhances pity
Ignorance the critic

Honesty is a lesson
Imagination stems from dust
Knowledge, collected experience
Desire becomes a passion

Ambition conquers time
Blindness mocks the truth
Envy is the breath of hate
Guilt your punishment

Anger, momentary madness
Hunger has no law
Power the road to greed
Misery loves it’s company

Hello company

Truth is a hard road to follow
Dream and you can only win
Wise to conceive your own road
Desire starts you over again

Hello company



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This is lyric #440

I’ve Got No Time for This
By Paul Rodger Clark
© 2006

It was there to see in the
cloud that crossed your eyes.
I can say I’m disappointed
but I can’t say I’m surprised.
I can’t count on hope
but I can hope to have some fun.
Now I can always count on you
to do exactly what you’ve done.

You never had to tell me
but I always had to tell.
and you claimed the good intentions
of that golden road to Hell.
That overloaded mind will make
a soul that never sleeps
and there’s a reason for a bargain
that makes a bargain cheap.

Chorus:
I’ve been kissed. I’ve been dis-ed,
and now I’m good and pissed.
I’ve got no time to waste on wasting time
and I’ve got no time for this.

Honey you tell lies so easily,
but you don’t tell them well.
Now the bullshit’s sticking to my shoes
and it was tough to take the smell.
It went from complicated
to absolutely fornicated
in a cluster, in a mess,
tough to chew and to digest.

You can't mean to hurt,
when you can't think that far ahead.
and that something that you told me
turned out something else instead.
The finger pointing at me
is now pointing back at you.
I wish you all the luck,
you’re gonna need it being you.

I’ve been kissed. I’ve been dis-ed,
and now I’m good and pissed.
I’ve got no time to waste on wasting time
and I’ve got no time for this.

I had a lot of hopes but all
those hopes are now in ruins,
from your comings and your goings
and your sayings and your doin’s
I couldn’t care less if you love me
and that you love the love we make.
I don’t feel like repeating
what was clearly a mistake.

I’d rather go to someplace
where I’ve got a chance to win.
and I won’t be back ‘cause I don’t like
going back to where I’ve been.
When you try it just gets trying.
When it’s trying you ask why
you don’t return the [naughty word removed] you’re buying, close the door and say good bye?

I’ve been kissed. I’ve been dis-ed,
and now I’m good and pissed.
I’ve got no time to waste on wasting time
and I’ve got no time for this.




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This is lyric #441

Lulu’s Lament
Zak Morgan, Zak Morgan Music
c. 2006

My name is Lulu, I’m from Argentina.
I am a horse and a fine ballerina.
But horses will laugh and cowboys will boot you
If you prance up on point and you wear a pink tutu.

When I pirouette or I do a plie,
They tell me to go stick my head in the hay.
Saddled with sadness, I wish I could be
Some kind of creature that no one could see.

CHORUS
Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu
Maybe it ain’t so bad bein’ you.

Sometimes I wish God had made me a mole
So I could dig out a tunnel and hide in a hole.
But moles don’t have eyeballs and some get fileted
On the end of a shovel or the edge of a spade.

Or a fly on the wall using garbage for fuel.
I’d buzz all around and perch on the stool...
But I’d have a maggot if I had a daughter
And I could be flattened by someone’s fly swatter.

CHORUS
Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu
Maybe it ain’t so bad bein’ you.

If I was a cow it would really be nice
Chewing your cud means you eat dessert twice!
But something I thought of made me change my mind;
A trip to the deli is really a grind.

I’m glad that I took time to think this thing through –
I don’t want to trade in my horse’s tutu.
Now when I look in the mirror I can see
That I am unique and I’m lucky I’m me.

CHORUS
Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu
Maybe it ain’t so bad bein’ you.
Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu
In spite of the bits and the spurs and the dog food and glue.



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This is lyric #442

Mistakes Like Me
Melody Guy & Tom Kimmel, LGM Music (ASCAP), Morrissette Music
© 2004

I can feel colors
And make things with my hands
I can hear music
When no one else can

And I could tell stories
You would not believe
If only somebody
Could listen to me

chorus So what are my chances of turning out right?
And what kind of man will I be?
If I’ll never fit in this world as I am
What do they do with mistakes like me?

They say I’m crazy
They say I’m slow
I hear their whispers
Wherever I go

I know I’m not like
Anybody they’ve seen
So they call me special
That’s not what they mean

chorus And what are my chances of turning out right?
What kind of man will I be?
If I’ll never fit in this world as I am
What do they do with mistakes like me?

bridge So maybe I’m different
Maybe I’m strange
What does it matter
If that’s just how I came?

And who should decide
Who gets by on this earth?
Who gets to measure
What somebody’s worth?

(solo)


chorus What are my chances of turning out right?
And what kind of man will I be?
If I’ll never fit in this world as I am
What do they do with mistakes like me?

If I’ll never fit in this world as I am
What do they do with mistakes like me?




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This is lyric #443

I'm Gonna Be OK
by Janell Rock

I'm Gonna Be OK. It's gonna Be alright.
I'm gonna live, though I'll cry tonight
And I ain't gonna die.

Was it when I was sleeping in bed
That this beast reared it's ugly head
Even though this is a blow
This is what I've got to do instead

Gotta grab that rope and pull myself up.
Gotta tell myself some positive stuff.

I'm Gonna Be OK. It's gonna be alright.
I'm gonna live though I'll cry tonight
And I ain't gonna die.

The fear that I'm feeling right now
I've got to deal with it somehow
Freinds are here, family's near
Shining hope through this threatening cloud

When there is nothing more I can do,
I just tell myself what I'm telling you.

I'm Gonna Be OK. It's gonna Be alright.
I'm gonna live though I'll cry tonight
And I ain't gonna die.

I am imagining this bright light,
Is healing me setting things right.
I am imagining that I'm well.

I'm Gonna Be OK. It's gonna be alright.
I'm gonna live!
I'm Gonna Be OK. It's gonna be alright.
I'm gonna live!
I'm Gonna Be OK. It's gonna be alright.
I'm gonna live!



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This is lyric #444

THIS KIND OF LOVE NEVER ENDS
by Tammy Edwards
2001

He turns the handle
Opens the door
Sets his guitar inside
Flips on the light
Takes a deep breath
Tosses his coat aside

She was always waiting there
Pretty blues eyes and golden hair
Then he remembers her smile
And thought she's gone for good
He lingers awhile...

And he whispers her name again
A cry from his heart
To his love and his friend
Oh, why did she have to go?
But he'll always know
This kind of love never ends

He see's her picture
framed on the wall
Wiping the tears from his eyes
Recalling the day
He asked her out
The day she became his wife

The hopes and dreams
And moonlit walks
Her sweet caress
Their midnight talks
Then he remembers her smile
And though she's gone for good
He lingers awhile...

And he whispers her name again
A cry from his heart
To his love and his friend
Oh, why did she have to go?
But he'll always know
This kind of love never ends

Now he see's her in their babies eyes
Find's the strength to survive
And in their hearts she'll live on
On and on....

And he whispers her name again
A cry from his heart
To his love and his friend
Oh, why did she have to go?
But he'll always know
This kind of love never ends



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This is lyric #445

Simple Stupid Clear
Cindy Alexander (JamCat Publishing/BMI)
Copyright 2006

Simple Stupid Clear
Take me back 15 Years

Momma you told me
I shouldn't say anything
if I can't say something nice about somebody
Somewhere I'll keep it
locked up inside me
Yes I am feeling uncomfortably heavy tonight

The world's black and blue
and I wish I could do something more
than just sit here and make it 'bout me
How do I explain
the messes we made
There is no pearl in my wisdom

Simple Stupid Clear
Take me back 20 years

Best you should know that
your girlfriend is cheating
and Benny he swallowed his life down
in Kettle One
day you might wake up
Find there's no air left
I can't breathe
The valley's about to ignite

The world's black and blue
and I wish I could do something more
than just sit here and lay it on you
The more that I know
I wish I could go back and hold on
to time that I wasted

Simple Stupid Clear
Take me back 30 years

Sing me a song
That's not about love
Not about pain
Not about drugs
Sing me a song
That is all about WHY
I think I need more than your patronizing

Simple Stupid Clear
Take me back a billion years
Would you if you could?
Simple Stupid Clear
and
Understood




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This is lyric #446

Days Of Our Lives
Jody Whitesides (Too Much Music/SESAC)
© 2006

A glass of leftover wine alone on the table
A random pile of shoes beside the couch
A game we use to unwind the cat and the mouse
That’s how we play on Sunday’s around the house

All of the places we are together in
The way that we smile defines the roles we explore in
The days of our lives go roaring by
It’s the emotions that we share for
The goals that we use to refine the love that we long for
The days of our lives go roaring by

There are those moments a smile says it all
A drop of the hat we’re out the door and chasing the sun
We excite ourselves pretending to be fugitives on the run
Doesn’t matter about the destination if the journey is fun

All of the cars that we go drive in
The jobs that we work for define the roles that we play in
The days of our lives go roaring by
All of the movies that we watch and we cry for
The books that we read define the hearts that we care for
The days of our lives go roaring by

I know I’m in deep / She steal’s my clothes to wear
Thinks I don’t know / But that’s her I smell on my shirt
It’s her I should keep / She kisses with so much care
Thinks I don’t know / But that’s her always on my mind

All of the music that we blast and get lost in
The way that we laugh defines the roles of our friendship
The days of our lives go roaring by
All of the memories that we live for
The methods we use refine the dreams that we strive for
The days of our lives go roaring by




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This is lyric #447

I'll Always Be Your Dad
Brenda Everett
c. 2006

v1: Sit down here son I need to talk to you
This isn't easy don't stop me till I'm
through
Things have changed with your mom and me
Let me hold your hand
I'll be moving out soon but I'll always be
your dad

Chorus: It's not your fault son don't think that way
And I hope you'll understand some day
No I can't stay and yes it makes me sad
But never forget I'll always be your dad.

V2: I'll love you son for eternity
We'll still have times just you and me
There's no cause for tears now son
You're still my little man
Make me proud of things you do and call me
when you can

Chorus: Repeat
Tag: Don't ever forget I'll always be your
dad




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