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Downtown anywhere in the USA
You can find yourself a Hard Rock Cafe
Put your money on a number anyone can play
Come on and tell us all about what happened to you today
At the Hard Rock Cafe
come to the Hard Rock Cafe
I hope you can find your way to the Hard Rock Cafe
After a hard day's work I guarantee
there just isn't anywhere better to be
If you're unable to find good company
You can always sit down and watch the color TV
At the Hard Rock Cafe
come to the Hard Rock Cafe
The regulars can't keep away from the Hard Rock Cafe
And if you’re feeling just a little bit lonely
don't sit at home just hoping
Come on down to where the spirits flow so free
You know that door is always open
At the Hard Rock Cafe
come to the Hard Rock Cafe
They will help keep your blues at day at the Hard Rock Cafe
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Do the things you believe in
In the name of love
And know that you aren't alone
We all have doubts and fears
Know throughout every season
You are the name of love
And you'll keep on feeling at home
Throughout the coming years
Change is for certain
This is we all know
Each day opening the curtain
On a brand new show
Through your sorrow and grieving
Don't forget the name of love
It goes on without any end
Forever
Birth and life and death make a circle
We are all part of
To see the light ever lasting
Live in the name of love
Forever
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Sometimes I feel like I've been living much too long
And I've wasted too much time
I think I've lost the inner harmony that flows through me
And my body and mind
Like the shoreline that divides the sea and sand
I'm a surface ever changing
I get burdened by the things I just don't understand
And all the mountains left to climb
But then the morning sun comes shining through my window
And it's good to be alive
It's gonna be a golden day
Wings unfoldin' day
Green trees, blue sky
If I can only learn the lesson of the seasons
Of a balance rearranging
Though they may not always come just when I want them to
Still they come and keep me high
And the morning sun comes shining through my window
And it's good to be alive
It's gonna be a golden day
Wings unfoldin' day
Green trees, blue sky
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Simple things mean a lot to me
Some things only children can see
Simple things like horses running free
And easy acceptance of life
Simple things never compromise
All things have a rhythm I can't realize
I feel content in my freedom
And I feel my freedom is right
I never want to stop being a child
I want to see the flowers growing wild on the hillside
To see the sun rise in the morning
Sunlight growing, filling the skies
Simple things of the earth don't die
They just grow and change as time goes by
There are no questions without answers
I've found my answer to life is living
The secret of living is life
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The rebel cry of desolation
To which we used to hearken
Echoes now in isolation
As the skies in fury darken
A thousand acts of desecration
Hundreds more continue
When y'know that you are all creation
You're gonna fight them with all that's in you
I remember time gone by
When peace and hope and dreams were high
We followed inner visions and touched the sky
Now we who still believe won't let them die
Waters dammed to overflowing
Like tears brimming over in our eyes
Sometimes it's so hard to keep on going
When promises turn to lies
Go ahead, give into confussion
And put aside your ideals too
Soon you'll see only illusion
Don't care who's hurt
As long as it's not you
CHORUS
Soemtimes a leader emerges
And is followed for a while
Doesn't matter what he encourages
Just as long as he's got style
Young ones conceived in a passion
Of directions we thought enlighted
Grown up they follow the mood in fashion
But beneathe their bravado
you know they're frightened
CHORUS
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From the shelter of your solitude you see her
Running circles round the emptiness within
And you wonder what it's been like to be her
As you feel yourself awakening
Though she fills her life between with new adventure
There's confusion in her eyes each time you meet
You don't think she's gonna last another winter
With all the snow she's rakin' in
CHORUS:
You can't believe you still want her
After all these years of knowing her so well
ALl the same you'd willingly consign yourself
To a life of hell
You would think by now you'de see it in perspective
She's too insecure to ever really change
You've convinced yourself this time you'll be objective
You won't need any breakin' in
There's no reason to believe it will be different
She's still playing games and running from herself
But you've always thought you love for her could save her
And that's how you get taken in
CHORUS
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May you travel bright and cheery
The many roads ahead you'll have to blaze
Gonna be hard times to make you weary
It's a part of the passing of the days
With all the people in the middle
Selling things that self destruct and make us bleed
One day it's all gonna fall down
Then you'll find out you're all you really need
May you wonder through the changes
With the warmth of the sun behind the haze
When your lifestyle quickly rearranges
May you follow the passing of the days
We trade our money for magic words
Like Dumbo flying high in the nightly show
You think you can't fly without them
But someday when it happens you will know
May you travel bright and cheery
The many roads ahead you'll have to blaze
Gonna be hard times to make you weary
It's a part of the passing of the days
May you follow the passing of the days
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Here we are in time alone
No one else's feelings but our own
Seems to me that we have always known
What love was meant to be
Separately we stood before
Life was good but we knew there should
be more
Time alone could open up the door
And you came through for me
No sign of the changes we have come through
No mind of the strangers who think they
know you
Now as one we are the a light
Though sometimes we were blinded by the night
Here in time alone it all seems right
And I'm feeling wholly free
Won't you stay in time alone with me
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See them drivin' by
Look at them fancy wheels
Headlights winkin'
checkin' each other out
the Great American Pastime
is still the automobile
Cruisin' on the white line
Is the only way to make time
Down on Main Street, Saturday night
Eevrybody thinks they're so cool
On Main Street Saturday night
Don't you mess with him (her), Daddy,
he's (she's) nobody's fool
Look at the blonde beauties,
givin' all they got
Maybe if you hit on one,
you might luck out
Soem of them are foxy
some of them are not
But all of them will get down
If the right thing comes around
Here comes Little Willie
higher than a kite
He's been doin' some
heavy duty hangin' out
If Willie's got a line on
some of the best
It's got to be dynamite
You know you can trust him
If the Law don't bust him
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I have opened up my mind to things
I was afraid of
Done things I've never done before
Taken a chance and seen just what
the world is made of
Nothing is the same any more
At times I feel a golden spirit coming through me
Thinking of my life and what it's given to me
I will live within that spirit ever knowing
I'm where I'm supposed to be
Welcome Home
In the waters I can see a clear refelection
Of the force that's all around
There's a harmony of season and direction
This is surely sacred ground
Sweet life is everywhere as we stand in the clover
Feel the circle magic, let it take us over
And through all that I've been blessed
with I feel certain
I'm where I'm supposed to be
Welcome Home
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