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Dudek
There is some kind of mystery about the city A different story on every street City magic, modern classic place to be City magic, neon lights as far as the eyes can see City magic, sure a plastic place to be Taxi driver, man of the hour Knows the place to go The moon is shining I just can't hold back my soul |
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Dudek
There is some kind of mystery about the city A different story on every street City magic, modern classic place to be City magic, neon lights as far as the eyes can see City magic, sure a plastic place to be Taxi driver, man of the hour Knows the place to go The moon is shining I just can't hold back my soul |
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Dudek
Early mornings on me Lord and I'm so lonely It's hard to face the mirror Much less face the day I'll lie back down in bed And smoke a cigarette instead And dream about a woman I may never see Lyin' down beside her meadows green Her eyes are on me Like sun a shining Giving light to the shadows of my blues Love her laughing Love her sigh And I wish that I could hold her for a lifetime But a dreams a dream Born to die Sometimes I'll just let my mind fade away Fade away But lately I'm inclined to let things stay this way Stay this way Traveling through this place unknown Will this old gypsy find his home He may lose his way but never Will he lose the memory Of your laughter Of your eyes Oh I wish that I could hold you for a lifetime But a dreams a dream Born to die |
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Dudek
Well here it comes that lowdown feeling One I'm sure you'll understand Don't try to fight it, It's gonna get 'cha Just won't let go of your hands It helps you smile for a while It makes you seek the streets An adventure just waitin' for you Guess I'm to blame to make it sound so sane But this groove can do It can do it to you Look out I can't explain it but it'll find ya Post office groove, c.o.d. Sometimes it drives those cats up the trees Little geisha girls, shaking their leaves Smile for a while Seek the streets Those adventures just waitin' for you Guess I'm to blame to make it sound so sane But this groove can do It can do it to you Here it comes Well here it comes That gotcha feeling Sometime, anytime it'll come through You can turn your head and Try to be cool But this get-down groove Will make you shake like a fool |
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Dudek
You better take the time You better take the time out baby right now If you took the time I'm sure you'd plainly see That all and all I'm not the man you thought that I would be 'Cause honey I get seasick swimmin' in your dreams And your breath in the mornin' Is making me claw the screens Time out baby, 'cause you're dragging me Take the time Time out baby 'cause you don't act naturally You better take the time Well I ain't got not one cent All my bucks went to the rent Living night to night Been escapin' the sun When I'm with you I get queasy Livin' with you sure ain't easy You seem to be havin' all of the fun So if you took the time I'm sure you would agree That you were not the woman That God had planned for me I can't stand your lipstick You cat's making me sneeze And those roller's got to go So give me back my keys |
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Dudek
I love my women, love my whiskey Both are fun and both are risky For a man who's always on the run I've been over the mountain I've seen red Lots of women done creased my bed Couldn't see to settle down with one Just make me move, just give me a groove Just give me a cruisin' groove Yeah, yeah Hey little mama Are you a girl of the world Do you speak my lingo Crazy four-letter words Sure enough got the talent For dryin' up my lips My mind starts to wander When you move your hips Just give me a groove, just make me move Just give me a cruisin' groove Yeah, yeah Well I don't need nothin' to remind me of where I been It takes more than one woman to bring out all my sins I wanta be on the move, so come on baby Hop on my cruisin' groove Yeah, you know what I'm talking about mama Just give me a cruisin' groove Yeah, yeah Well I don't need nothin' to remind me of where I been It takes more than one woman to bring out all my sins I wanna be on the move, so come on baby Is it understood, I wanna be on the move So come on baby, hop on my cruisin' groove Yeah |
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Cooke-Dudek
Thought about the folks back home All those miles we had roamed Still can see your pretty hair When I come back will she be there You flew away like a kite Hope you find your life Pray they treat you right What a sacrifice Miles and miles I have roamed Lookin' for that home sweet home Thought I had the love with you But I found out you weren't true You made me feel so nice Ready for wedding rice Then you said no dice What a sacrifice Lookin' back on time that's gone Realized I might've been wrong But Macon took you for a ride Broke us up for their own pride And you were young and didn't understand That you had found your lifetime man Maybe someday you'll see It gets lonely being free Don't be wrong twice What a sacrifice |
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