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As I sit and close my eyes
There's peace in my mind
And I'm hoping that you'll find it too
'Cos these feelings in my heart
I know, are meant for you
Meant for you
do-do-do-do-do-do etc.
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We've been friends now for so many years
We've been together through the good times and the tears
Turned each other on to the good things that life has to give
We drift apart for a little bit of a spell
One night I get a call and I know that you're well
And days I was down you would help me get out of my hole
Ohhhhhhhh
Let's be friends
Let's be friends
Let's be friends
You told me when my girl was untrue
I loaned you money when the funds weren't too cool
I talked your folks out of making you cut off your hair
We've been friends now for so many years
We've been together through the good times and the tears
Dim dipple ee dim dipple ay dim dipple oo dim dee aye oh
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One by one the stars appear
The light of the day is no longer here
One by one the stars disappear
The sky grows brighter every minute of the sunrise
Wake the world with a brand new morning
Say hello to another fine morning
Got my face in the running water
Making my life so much brighter
Moon shines bright, asleep in my bed
Like so many people got a big day ahead of me
Wake the world with a brand new morning
Say hello to another fine morning
Wouldn't miss it for all of its glory
I'll be there when you're calling me
One by one the stars appear
The light of the day is no longer here
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It's been such a long day so you better hurry home
Lit all my incense and I wish you were home
Only five minutes and you walk through my door
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life full
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life
Stay here on the weekend and unplug the phone
(Alright then)
No calls from Korthoff, Parks, or Grillo
I only hope that you come here alone
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life full
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life
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You know it makes you nervous
When you wait for you boy
You wait nine months for a bundle of joy
There's a baby
Yes, there's a baby about to be born
And someday I'll put my son on my knee
And his little eyes will be looking at me
Then I'll tell him
When a man needs a woman
They make things like you, my son
When a man needs a woman
They make things like you, my son
A man needs a woman
Like a woman needs a man
When the two get together, oh oh oh
Pretty soon we'll be a family of three
Then it's not gonna be just you and me
We'll share all the goodies
With the one we bring in the world
When a man needs a woman
They make things like you, my son
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Anna Lee, Anna Lee, the healer
Healer with the healing hands
Makes you well as quick as she can
You'd love to see those smiling eyes
Of Anna Lee
From the Himalaya mountain side
Up in Rishikesh
To a California beach house
Facing towards the sea
Goes a gal who got her fame
By going round healing folks
Anna Lee, Anna Lee, the healer
Healer with the healing hands
Makes you well as quick as she can
You'd feel those healing hands
Of Anna Lee
When she gets a chance to help someone
She's really happy
If you trust her with your ill
She'll quickly make you see
She can fix things up for you
Just like she did for me
Anna Lee, Anna Lee, the healer
She cures people with her hands
I'm just one of her many fans
You'd love to feel those healing hands
Of Anna Lee
The healer, the healer, the healer, the healer
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Little bird up in a tree
Looked down and sang a song to me
Of how it began
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
The trout in the shiny brook
Gave the worm another look
And told me not to worry
About my life
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Tree in my own backyard
Stands all alone
Bears fruit for me
And it tastes so good
Where's my pretty bird
He must have flown away
If I keep singing
He'll come back someday
Dawn, bird's still gone
Guess I'll go mow the lawn
What a day, what a day
Oooo, what a beautiful day this is
Ooooooooo
Little bird up in a tree
Looked down a sang a song to me
The trout in a shiny brook
Gave the worm another look
And told me not to worry about my life
Little bird looked down
And sang a song to me
Little bird looked down
And sang a songto me
Little bird looked down
And sang a song to me
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You know, you know you are
Be still and know you are
Your life is meant for joy
It's all so deep within, oh
Your life is beautiful
A seed becomes a tree
A mountain into a sky
This life is meant to be, oh
Now is the time life begins
Take that simple path
And love will set you free
Live in harmony
And love will set you free, oh
You know, you know you are
Be still and know you are
You know, you know you are
Be still and know you are
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I had to fix a lot of things this morning
'Cause they were so scrambled
But now it's okay
I tell you I've got enough to do
The afternoon was filled up with phone calls
What a hot sticky day, yeah yeah yeah
The air is cooling down
Take all the time you need
It's a lovely night
If you decide to come
You're gonna do it right
Drive for a couple miles
You'll see a sign and turn left
For a couple blocks
Next is mine, you'll turn left on a little road
It's a bumpy one
You'll see a white fence
Move the gate and drive through on the left side
Come right in
And you'll find me in my house somewhere
Keeping busy while I wait
I get a lot of thoughts in the morning
I write 'em all down
If it wasn't for that
I'd forget 'em in a while
And lately I've been thinking Ôbout a good friend
I'd like to see more of, yeah yeah yeah
I think I'll make a call
I wrote a number down
But I lost it
So I searched through my pocket book
I couldn't find it
So I sat and concentrated on the number
And slowly it came to me
So I dialed it
And I let it ring a few times
There was no answer
So I let it ring a little more
Still no answer
So I hung up the telephone
Got some paper and sharpened up a pencil
And wrote a letter to my friend
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Transcendental meditation
Can emancipate the man
A get you feeling grand
Fusion of
The never changing wind
The ever changing wind
The never changing world
It's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good
Transcendental meditation
Transcendental meditation
Can emancipate the man
And get you feeling grand
It's good
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