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My heart was misty-hued and lonely / from missing you |
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Without you near-around me / man, was I blue! |
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My eyes would show what I could not say / while you were away |
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Even so, my tears would flow in endless, hopeless replay |
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Love was always only hearsay. Yet, |
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I'd drift around town with downcast dreams in my pockets |
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Stumbling every step |
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Trying to motion my frozen feelings in thick-set flop sweats |
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My mind would echo with treacherous, senseless empty |
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My head was inept |
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Time was a pathway filled with regret. |
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Life was just a trial of wanting / things that are true now |
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Now it's something I can say aloud - |
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Now that I know we two can make life anew |
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& come shining through |
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I'll make us a space / inasmuch as love can do |
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Now that love has come / now that I have found you |
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I watch the sun rise on you / and on the hour you wake |
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Not knowing waking from dreaming or remembering |
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Songs I sing you then / I hope you will hear |
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If ever you feel fear or coming to an end. |
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Love is the only thing to balance fearing |
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Loving the deepest depths appearing. |
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Waiting too long for a sign you would come was what |
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nearly killed the spirit in the house within me |
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and when you appeared you brought an answer after praying |
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like a sailor sighting landfall on horizons of green |
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or sunrise / after endless nights of burning scenes |
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or having sense be restored to me. |
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Finally the music has a reason to be singing. |
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Hearing voices / calling out of every corner of the city |
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Glittering pretty / but it seemed like empty pity here |
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Chasing them / feeling a stinging |
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searching to find a lasting thing |
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but always / following whatever was flashing |
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people thought I had the mentality of a shambles |
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or a house deserted |
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I remember stories of Orpheus and his love ruinous / Euridice |
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Spirited away / on their wedding day |
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bitten by a snake upon the way / and Euridice had to stay |
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in under-day - SAD! |
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Just as bad / Orphie had / to stay up and lay up with us here / but without her. |
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Some Stun! |
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Can you just imagine / living without it / |
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love that was destined to perfect / everything that was imperfect |
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but Orpheus went & played songs for the man |
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jamming a plan |
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sounding a span |
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taking a stand |
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burning in sand |
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fanning the legend of the man who playing music |
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made the sun to stand |
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and sad though the ending was / I can feel it 'cause |
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I would do the same for you, 'Cause |
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Knowing what we live is part of history |
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A myst'ry philosophic asked a thousand years ago |
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Living after living spent in killing or in giving or unwilling |
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Under-fulfilling - a cosmic freak show |
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And in all that Shiva takes in closing one massive eye |
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Darkening sight and sky |
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Hundreds of lifetimes we must try / hoping to break the cycle |
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And enter heaven's eye |
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But heaven's here / it comes clear |
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When loving is living & understanding giving / power |
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Wonder when we'll get together or if life's a broken song |
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Just because we're so headstrong |
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And we'll never get along / |
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It seems like the throng meanders along |
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But just as sad as just as sappy just as angry just as scared as sad |
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You'd think we'd be happy just to be straight-standing |
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On the earth every new date |
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Just to breathe in the air and to love every day away |
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We're given a life to try all our breath to mend the tears over the world where it is clear the world is broken. |
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But still the suffering and terrors go on |
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& every time I think we may be coming to the brink / the glue on |
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something pushes us / and down we fall to shatter in pieces |
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And that's why our teachers teach \"The Itsy Bitsy Spider\" |
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to the smallest ones: |
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We need a fight song to keep us moving along |
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I should've sung it when thinking you gone. |
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You weren't lost / you were coming |
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I'll teach you / I hope to |
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Give you love that shows you wonders that only love can show |
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And more than you'll ever know / I do love you so. |
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You have got a light living in you / in with and through you |
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& That's what a father's love should teach you. |
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My life a heaven you are making / you have got me in the bag |
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You know I'm yours for taking home or for forsaking |
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I'll . . . give my life up to make sure / you're lacking nothing |
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That's the gist of it. |
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You're the north, south, west and Eden east of it all |
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(I'm least of it all) |
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How come was I / Pie in the sky / more do or die / |
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sighing a cry / never-a-life: / high? |
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I hope someday you will see just what I mean |
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To take on / such a class / ic and write / something mass / |
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- ive ithout / seeming spastic when I sing the song |
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Or seem freaky |
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When I mean only to take what could sound so old-creaky |
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And make a marvel / as a gift to you |
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And, in such a small way / |
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Pay tribute to a man whose lavish gift gave birth to such melodies as this one |
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(& that was Mister Dexter Gordon) |
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and so my baby then perhaps (then) you will realize |
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I have found loving |
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With |
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YOU! |
