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Written by Orbison/Melson.
I have been somebody on nobody's mind.
A funny kind of winner losing all the time.
On my way to somewhere with no place to go.
Then you said hello.
And now i walk with you.I talk with you.
At last you're here.In my arms, close to me, so very near.
Touching me, reaching me, with the everything you do.
Long nights through.God love you.
God love you.God love you.
You loving way will make me stay.God love you.
You've become the only one who's always there.
In my dreams, on my mind, in every prayer.
By your side I'm satisfied no way to hide,
This feeling i have for you.
I'll swear it's true.God love you.
God love you.God love you.
God loves you for being you.
And i thank you for loving me too.
God love you.
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Ma la petit ca de bonee
Life could be sweet, sweet beaujolais
Beautiful dream on a beautiful day
Are you what you seem, sweet beaujolais
Oh girl, my heart is slipping away
Oh girl, I love beaujolais
Tres bon chamlee, ca sont verne
Ma fleur de lis, je t'aime beaujolais
Oh girl, my heart is slipping away
Oh girl, I love beaujolais
I love beaujolais
I love beaujolais
I love beaujolais
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For a while I can sing
All the world and everything is touching you
Knowing you are real a miracle beside me
For a while I can breathe
Life is you, and I can cling to fantasies
Seeing me with you keeps my soul alive now
Tomorrow, if I die
At least I'll know why I live
You're mine, if only for a while
For a while, for a while
You hold my world and you can spin it
For a while, for a while
Life is good because you're in it
Tomorrow, if I die
At least I'll know why I live
You're mine, you are mine, if only for a while
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I remember when you said
"With this ring I thee wed"
Now you've gone betrayed my trust
Rings of Gold have turned to rust
Tears can't wash away the sin
Love that's dead can't live again
Knowing there's no hope for us
Turns those rings of gold to rust
Plans we made just yesterday
Sands of time have chipped away
Now they've crumbled into dust
Love before was clean and pure
Never more can I be sure
You will not betray my trust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
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Baby baby baby
I saw her again today
She reached out to touch me again
But I turned and walked away
Singing goodbye was easy to do
I just thought how much I love you
Help me help me
please please help me, help me
Help me to keep from losing you
Honey honey honey
A man is only a man
She was my first and my last mistake
So try and understand
Forgive me and forget all you've been through
Let me find my way back to you
Help me help me
please please help me, help me
Help me to keep from losing you
Help me to keep from losing you
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(eddie raven)
I read your letter just this morning
The first you've wrote since you've been gone
You've finally found yourself a home
You've bought a new car, a great big red one
With a top that rolls right down
You must be something in san fransisco
A dressed up, painted country clown
You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell
You're plain jane country come to town
The pace is too fast and you're out of your class
You're plain jane country come to town
You know I love you, at least you ought to
I've loved you all of my livin' days
You got no business makin' changes
Yeah girl, I love your country ways
Go sell that red car, catch an airplane
And I'll be waiting when you land
Yeah, get a white dress, find a preacher
We'll get some rings to fit your hand
You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell
You're plain jane country come to town
The pace is too fast and you're out of your class
You're plain jane country come to town
You're plain jane country come to town
You're plain jane country come to town
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The woman is out on her own. Walking the streets, sad and alone. Yes she sells herself for nickles and dimes. These are hard times for a Harlem woman. Harlem woman.
Yes you work at night.I have held you tight. But you're not aware of how much I care.
No you can't see your baby's been hungry and cold. So long nights through, go on and do what you must do, I love you.I love you Harlem woman. Harlem woman.
Sometimes I cry, but I'll get by till your mine alone. So carry on to other arms,tender but strong. Till you belong to me
Harlem woman hang on. I'll take you away. Someday I'll set you free to be with only me.
Till then I'll know,... Lord knows, I'll know They can buy the body But not the soul of my Harlem woman Harlem woman, Harlem woman Hang on
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I left Nabraska lookin' at sundown, needin' a shave and a bath Wyoming night time could be a comedown, where do I go for a relapse? Cheyanne, Cheyanne
Goofin' with the bar fly.pretty little green eyes sure can throw a smile Head's in the right place, baby's got a sweet face, falls down western style
Cheyanne, Cheyanne get me high an' keep me that way Cheyanne, Cheyanne still try an' steal my heart away Cheyanne, Cheyanne
Annie is a cowgirl, a here and now girl, she says she can make me her man She showed me how, I said "oh wow" I'll come again when I can
To Cheyanne, Cheyanne, get me high an' steal my heart away Cheyanne, Cheyanne stop your cryin', cos I'm here to stay
Cheyanne, Cheyanne, Cheyanne, Cheyanne, Cheyanne, Cheyanne, Cheyanne, Cheyanne, Cheyanne, Cheyanne...
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(Orbison/Melson)
My life changes all the time.
Things were diff'rent when you were mine.
You loved me yesterday.
Now these changes have come to stay.
There have been changes,
So many changes along the way.
(Too many changes,changes in the way).
(So many changes,changes in the how).
(To many changes, changes when you cry).
Time brings changes,right or wrong.
I still love you, but now you're gone.
Maybe someday love will come,
But who can say what kind of changes,
What kind of changes come my way.
(Too many changes come along).
(Too many changes,leaving me alone).
(So many changes,now that you are gone).
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Man by himself lives in a world a world of his own
But there's no one who can live in the world all alone
For it takes all kinds of people
It doesn't matter where they come from
Yes it takes all kinds of people
The good, the bad, and everyone
On the way up, a man can walk over his friends
What goes up comes down
One day he may need them again
For it takes all kinds of people
It doesn't matter where they come from
Yes it takes all kinds of people
The good, the bad, and everyone
There'll come the day when everyone passes him by
What will he say when nobody answers his cry?
That it takes all kinds of people
It doesn't matter where they come from
Yes it takes all kinds of people
It may take some time
But each man will find
That he needs all kinds of people
That he must believe in people
Yes it takes all kinds of people
To make a world
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Mickey Newbury
Yes, I suppose at times
I think about her
She was once so much a
part of me
Heaven knows I've learned to
live without her
And hell, it was, at times
It was a painful memory
But for all it matters now, If it does
For all that tried to be, but never was
For all the times I've tried,
I wouldn't change it if I could
For all she meant to me, I'll remember the good
I'll forget the bad
All the good times we've had
won't make me quite so sad
When I'm remembering
And for all the times I've tried,
I wouldn't change it if I could
For all she meant to me, I'll remember the good
For all she meant to me, I'll remember the good.
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