| Song | Side We Seldom Show |
| Artist | Emitt Rhodes |
| Album | Mirror |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Rhodes | |
| Every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar | |
| And sing a song of far away lands, ego and façade | |
| I often feel like sailing but I always miss the boat | |
| And every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar. | |
| Now you know and so do I that nothing's really real | |
| It's all a game, a light charade of hiding all you feel | |
| You needn't know the meaning cause the reasons all are lost | |
| And now you know and so do I that nothing's really real. | |
| There is a power that we all know | |
| A goodness in us all and a side we seldom show, yeah, yeah yeah. | |
| There is a power that we all know | |
| A goodness in us all and a side we seldom show, yeah, yeah yeah. | |
| Every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar | |
| And sing a song of far away lands, ego and façade | |
| I often feel like sailing but I always miss the boat | |
| And every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar, yeah, yeah yeah. |
| Rhodes | |
| Every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar | |
| And sing a song of far away lands, ego and fa ade | |
| I often feel like sailing but I always miss the boat | |
| And every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar. | |
| Now you know and so do I that nothing' s really real | |
| It' s all a game, a light charade of hiding all you feel | |
| You needn' t know the meaning cause the reasons all are lost | |
| And now you know and so do I that nothing' s really real. | |
| There is a power that we all know | |
| A goodness in us all and a side we seldom show, yeah, yeah yeah. | |
| There is a power that we all know | |
| A goodness in us all and a side we seldom show, yeah, yeah yeah. | |
| Every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar | |
| And sing a song of far away lands, ego and fa ade | |
| I often feel like sailing but I always miss the boat | |
| And every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar, yeah, yeah yeah. |
| Rhodes | |
| Every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar | |
| And sing a song of far away lands, ego and fa ade | |
| I often feel like sailing but I always miss the boat | |
| And every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar. | |
| Now you know and so do I that nothing' s really real | |
| It' s all a game, a light charade of hiding all you feel | |
| You needn' t know the meaning cause the reasons all are lost | |
| And now you know and so do I that nothing' s really real. | |
| There is a power that we all know | |
| A goodness in us all and a side we seldom show, yeah, yeah yeah. | |
| There is a power that we all know | |
| A goodness in us all and a side we seldom show, yeah, yeah yeah. | |
| Every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar | |
| And sing a song of far away lands, ego and fa ade | |
| I often feel like sailing but I always miss the boat | |
| And every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar, yeah, yeah yeah. |