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| 4:28 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:58 |
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| 3. |
| 4:17 | 
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It's taken all my strength away this time
For today, all the offers I would make I'll withdraw As I stand and I'll watch As they burrow their way into the ground When my words have become just a bark or a bay A meaningless sound They could sing Gloria Oh that I am Gloria I am And onto every face a little rain will fall To trickle through and bathe their empty eyes Are they not yet aware, would they care if they knew That they have the power No they don't move an inch, no they don't raise a hand To seize their hour They could sing Gloria Oh that I am Gloria I am |
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| 5. |
| 4:00 |
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I'm over here and it's cold
I'm writing recipes for growing old Growing old, mean and alone Oh, baby, pick up the phone This pain in my heart Has been with me through the ages And I walk IT around like a very old friend It goes everywhere I go It's been everywhere I've been There's something shiny in my pocket It's the key to my heart Why don't you unlock it? I write the book on loneliness I write the poem on pain I'm the obituary in the newspaper Lying out in the pouring rain It used to be, babe, good between us I don't know how to explain We used to be Adonis and Venus Now we're the water flowing down the drain Don't wanna be bad Don't wanna lie Don't wanna make you mad And I don't wanna die Knowing we're apart for the rest of our lives Cuts through me like a knife I been eating your crops like a big old locust Now I wanna be a little more in focus I write the book on loneliness I write the poem on pain I'm the obituary in the newspaper Lying out in the pouring rain MUSICAL BREAK I write the book on loneliness I write the poem on pain I'm the obituary in the newspaper Lying out in the pouring rain Oh... And the obit....oh And the obit....oh And the obit....everyday Whoa, oh oh, oh, oh ah... I write the book |
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| 8. |
| 4:28 |
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| 9. |
| 3:27 |
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| 11. |
| 4:20 |
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I wish I could fall in love
Though it only leads to trouble, oh I know it does. Still I'd fool myself and gladly just to feel I was In love, in love. I wish I could feel my heartbeat rise And gaze into some gentle warm excited eyes, And give myself as truly as an arrow flies In windless skies. Oh, I remember you in the TV light Holding you close to me where we lay, And now I wish I knew one of those softer nights Whispering quietly, feeling you turn to me. It was only last night in the winter dark I dreamed of how you loved in all your innocence, And I've never known a softer warmer feeling since Or a truer heart. Maybe these dreams are leading me; maybe love is not as gentle as my memory. Maybe tired and wishful half-remembered fantasies are the greatest part. Oh, but I remember you in the TV light Holding you close to me where we lay, And now I wish I knew some of those softer nights Whispering quietly, feeling you turn to me. I wish I could feel my heartbeat rise and gaze into some gentle warm excited eyes, and give myself as truly as an arrow flies in windless skies. I wish I could fall in love Though it only leads to trouble, oh I know it does. Still I'd fool myself and gladly just to feel I was In love |
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| 12. |
| 3:34 |
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