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There are demons in the water
There are devils in the sea
There are dangers in the current
When the tide goes out of me
I could drink you under the table
I could drink you out of town
I could drink you off the planet
Drink myself into the ground
Chorus
And I have nothing for you tonight
I have nothing for you tonight
I have nothing for you tonight
I have nothing for you
I was made to be a good girl
Carried buckets made of stone
Full of envy, full of sorrow
On a tightrope all alone
And all the time I was on fire
I burned with every stride
And now I see this anger
Is the horse I choose to ride
Now you say you want something nice from me
Well if you find it, take it, it's on me
In the meantime don't bother me
The tide has washed the nice from me
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In the nothing are the voices
And the pictures of my life
In the nothing of the sky
Is an ocean made of light
In the nothing of my silence
Is a sad-eyed little girl
On a tightrope she is singing
As she passes through this world
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Written by Richard Thompson
Dirty people take what's mine
I can leave them all behind
They can never cross that line
When I get to the border
Sawbones standing at the door
Waiting 'til I hit the floor
They won't find me anymore
When I get to the border
Monday morning, Monday morning
Closing in on me
I'm packing up and running away
To where nobody picks on me
If you see a box of pine
With a name that looks like mine.
Say I drowned in a barrel of wine.
When I got to the border
A one way ticket's in my hand
Heading for the chosen land
My troubles will all turn to sand
When I get to the border
Salty boy with yellow hair
Waiting in that rocking chair
And if I'm weary I won't care
When I get to the border
Monday morning, Monday morning
Closing in on me
I'm packing up and running away
To where nobody picks on me
Dusty road will smell so sweet
Paved with gold beneath my feet
And I'll be dancing down the street
When I get to the border
And I'll be dancing down the street
When I get to the border
When I get to the border
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written by Bill Morrissey
Never been so lonesome
Never been so blue
It's midnight on the highway
I'm coming back to you
Stuck in Ozona Texas
Out on highway 10
I'm going to Arizona
To win you back again
Last time I saw you
Your voice was cold as ice
And you spoke of some old lover
Like a lonesome paradise
Now I'm standing on the highway
And the only light I see
Is just a cold and heartless moon
Shining down on me
Never been so lonesome
Never been so blue
It's midnight on the highway
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written by Greg Trooper, Tom Russell
Go to sleep my darling
Lay down upon your bed
May the rhymes of childhood songs
Dance inside your head
When night time falls around you
I know that you're afraid
But the heart will bring you home again
The heart is built that way
The heart will bring you home again
It hasn't failed us yet
The heart will bring you home again
The heart does not forget
So close your eyes my darling
Close your eyes and dream
The world is full of promises
And love is all it seems
Yes there will be the hard roads
That lead us all astray
But the heart will bring you home again
The heart is built that way
The heart will bring you home again
It hasn't failed us yet
The heart will bring you home again
The heart does not forget
The sun will rise my darling
And glisten off the streets
So close your eyes and believe in love
And feel safe inside your dreams
Cause no one's going to harm you
Or carry you away
But the heart will bring you home again
The heart is built that way
The heart will bring you home again
It hasn't failed us yet
The heart will bring you home again
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written by David Massengill
Joe threw another tantrum
He could not to be understood
He cries like baby Samson
His English is not good
Joe's boss of the kitchen
But on the outside he knows
Low man on the totem's
Wearing giveaway clothes
Joe he fights the good fight
He wears a white uniform
The waiters are all artists
Out chasing unicorns
Joe works fourteen hours
After ten he starts to booze
He gets very sentimental
Oh he sings the buddah blues
He sings the buddah blues
My name Joe my name Joe
There is a king in Thailand
And he plays the jazz drum
He has a fine and healthy son
Oh no I'm not the one
My name Joe
On the wall by the time clock
Joe's beaming from a photograph
Someone drew across his face
The waiters began to laugh
Joe picked up a hatchet
And he tenderized the wall
And when he got through
Time clock wasn't punching anymore
The waiters ran for cover
The maitre d' began to lisp
The drunkard in the corner
Said his lettuce was not crisp
Owner called immigration
Said there's someone you should know
He's an illegal alien
And I think his name is Joe
Oh I know his name is Joe
My name Joe my name Joe
There is a king in Thailand
And he plays the jazz drum
He has a fine and healthy son
Oh no I'm not the one
My name Joe
Came the man from immigration
Said I've got a job to do
Easy questions easy answers
Just point me to the kitchen crew
He asked Leroy from Harlem
He asked Cisco from Mexico
He asked the white trash from Tennessee
That all said my name Joe
My name Joe my name Joe
The maitre d' he sputtered
The kitchen crew they roared
And while they were arguing
Joe slipped out the back door
On the beach Joe tries to listen
To the heartbeat of a whale
How it echoes his own heartbeat
And the distance he has sailed
Oh the distance he has sailed
My name Joe my name Joe
There is a king in Thailand
And he plays the jazz drum
He has a fine and healthy son
Oh no I'm not the one
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written by Lucy Kaplansky
It's raining in my house tonight
Roof's leaking everywhere
It's overflowing buckets
And pouring down the stairs
Taking spins around the hallway
Then rambling out the door
Out across the highway
And down the empty pier
Then deep into the river
The water it does fall
I hear the river rising
As I listen through my wall
And everytime it rains
And every time I cry
It's just another current
In that river flowing by
Somebody's home
Though you ache and feel alone
Someone you've always known
Somebody's home
There's a fire in my house tonight
It's climbing up the stairs
It's tearing thru my photographs
And choking off the air
And now the walls are burning too
And the roof is crashing in
And finally there's only flames
Where once my house had been
As embers fall the flame take off
In spirals to the sky
Then turn into the blazing stars
That thru the heavens fly
And though I mourn my own four walls
I try to understand
I can see my wooden house
In the ashes in my hand
Somebody's home
Though you ache and feel alone
Someone you've always known
Somebody's home
Somebody's home
Though you ache and feel alone
Someone you've always known
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Written by Robin Batteau
Guinevere in my castle in Normandy
Make a new home with me come follow me down
Guinevere all my honor and glory
Will just be a story of the fall of the crown
Am I some dancing Lancelot who only falls in love
With a woman who belongs to someone else
Is it just the blood of Paris running through my veins
That sees and takes a woman and myself I can't restrain
Is this knight of cups in his noble stance
Just a jack of clubs with an eye askance
On the queen of hearts in her royal blue
I may shield the poor but I can't save you
Guinevere in my castle in Normandy
Make a new home with me come follow me down
Guinevere all my honor and glory
Will just be a story of the fall of the crown
Golden apples on the mountain this one fell to me
We are planets in a heartless gravity
I never chose to make a choice
It felt like someone else's voice
Saying all those crazy things down on one knee
Cassandra never cast a shadow now it's heading to the shore
Oh the face that launched a thousand ships is sailing one more
Guinevere in my castle in Normandy
Make a new home with me come follow me down
Guinevere all my honor and glory
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Two shinning kids climb up a mountain
They stop the stars and start to count on them
One's my good one ones my bad one
One's not so good one's not so bad
High above this little town
I drive Delivery Truck around
And I pound on my crying radio
Boys and girls will always break the rules
Can't love just one, can't love just one
I was born to love them all
One goes Eastern, One goes Southern
One will go where one will go
One is misery, One is loving
You can't tell which one will show
High above this little town
I drive Delivery Truck around
And I pound on my crying radio
Don't ask me why the sky is blue
There's a place in the sun
Where nobody hurts anyone
Can you feel it, do you see it?
Every star's another sun
High above this little town
I drive Delivery Truck around
And I pound on my crying radio
So long goodbye I got to go
Can't love just one, can't love just one
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Written by Lucy Kaplansky
I like the way you play your songs
I like the way you sing
You look so good in colored lights
And the brilliant spotlight rings
And up there your eyes are fiery
And hotter by degree
But weary and so confused
When no one else can see
So you need to feel the fire
When you feel it start to go
To feel the heat of all those lights
Long after the show
And you need it so much now
You don't even know
All the world's a stage to you
Then where else can you go
You could come away with me tonight
I can make it all right
You don't need a spotlight
You just need a home
I want to drive away with you
Far from New York streets
And head on a highway
Where the sky and road still meet
And the sky out there is bright
And the moon's about to rise
It's all there waiting
If you look into my eyes
Cause here in the city
There isn't much to see
Here in this apartment
You can hardly breathe
And the only lights you see tonight
Are on the ceiling moving slow
Flashing signs and headlights
In an eerie neon glow
You could come away with me tonight
I can make it all right
You don't need a spotlight
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I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage
Then we were no more boy and girl
We were a woman and a man
I thought I knew, but now I understand
All of the dreams that ever dreamed
All of the light that ever gleamed
All of the beauty that the world has ever seen
Is in your face
All of the universe is you
All of the wishes coming true
All of the birds that ever flew
Are just a memory of you
I never will get over
All the beauty in the eyes of my beholder
If I were star up in the sky
I'd shine on you both night and day
And though you won't see me when the sun is out
I'll shine on anyway
And when it rains I'll turn to raindrops
Little diamonds in your hand
So I can always see
The one who shines for me
All of the dreams that ever dreamed
All of the light that ever gleamed
All of the beauty that the world has ever seen
Is in your face
All of the universe is you
All of the wishes coming true
All of the birds that ever flew
Are just a memory of you
I never will get over
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Written by Sting
Out on a secret journey
I met a holy man
His blindness was his wisdom
I'm such a lonely man
You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
And when you've made your secret journey
You will find this love you miss
And as the world was turning
It rolled itself in vain
This does not seem to touch you
He pointed to the rain
You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
And when you've made your secret journey
You will find this love you miss
And in the days that followed
I listened to his words
I strained to understand him
I chased his thoughts like birds
You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
And when you've made your secret journey
You will find this love you miss
You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
You will see joy in this sadness
You will find this love you missed
And when you've made your secret journey
You will be a holy man
And when you've made your secret journey
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Written by Cliff Eberhardt
Sleepless nights don't bother me at all
And if dawn comes I won't worry
Something deep inside keeps me awake
I wish that you were here right beside me
I recall when I was very young
And I could not fall sleep
My father sang me songs to make me tired
But memories don't come so easily
So goodnight goodnight
Wherever you are sleeping
And I hope that if you dream you dream of me
Goodnight goodnight
Wherever you are sleeping
And I hope that if you dream you dream of me
Now I lie awake and it's no fun
I'm tossing and turning
I'd call you if it weren't so very late
But telephones won't bring you close to me
I recall the nights we stayed up late
Wide awake but still dreaming
There was nothing on this earth
That could make me tired
But memories don't come so easily
So goodnight goodnight
Wherever you are sleeping
And I hope that if you dream you dream of me
Goodnight goodnight
Wherever you are sleeping
And I hope that if you dream you dream of me
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