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If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Someone like you makes it hard to live Without somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give Never thinking of myself If I gave you time to change my mind I'd find a way to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Someone like you makes it hard to live Without somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give Never thinking of myself If I gave you time to change my mind I'd find a way to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Still I look to find a reason to believe Still I look to find a reason to believe |
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You look to me like misty roses
Too soft to touch But too lovely to leave alone If I could be like misty roses I love you much You're too lovely to leave alone Flowers often cry But too late to find That their beauty has been lost With their peace of mind You look to me like love forever Too good to last But too lovely not to try If I believe in love forever I'd forget the past You're too lovely Not to try |
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If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway Would you have my baby If a tinker were my trade Would you still find me Carrying the pots I made Following behind me Save my love for sorrow Save my love for lonely I'm given you my tomorrow Love me only If I worked my hands in wood Would you still love me Answer me quick Tim, I could I'll put you above me If I were a miller At a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your colored box Soft shoes a shining Save my love for loneliness Save my love for sorrow I've given you my onliness Give me your tomorrow If I were a carpenter And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway Would you have my baby |
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one Oh mother tell my sister Don't do what I have done Tell her to show me how down in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun They call it the Rising Sun My daddy was a tailor He sews on them new bluejeans And my mama, she was a drunkard, lord Drinkin' down in New Orleans Drinkin' down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I don't want to spend the rest of my live long days Beneath the Rising Sun Beneath the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one |
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i carry all i need in a basket of a needless sorrow road. that is heavy from awaiting on what is always tomorrow. have what i've been waiting on i threw away is almost gone (?) reach for me. have a distance left to go has come far too much for me you know. out of reach for me. ooooh . if i'm an ocean without an edge of sand. is there any reason in trying. if you'd give me a (?) i could hold back my crying,
have what i've been waiting on i threw away is almost gone (?) reach for me. if i'm an ocean without an edge of sand. is there any reason in trying? |
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