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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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Lyrics, Chapter 16.
Welcome to 2004.
Do You Believe in Magic
Lovin' Spoonful
Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart
How the music can free her, whenever it starts
And it's magic, if the music is groovy
It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie
I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll free your soul
But it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll
If you believe in magic don't bother to choose
If it's jug band music or rhythm and blues
Just go and listen it'll start with a smile
It won't wipe off your face no matter how hard you try
Your feet start tapping and you can't seem to find
How you got there, so just blow your mind
If you believe in magic, come along with me
We'll dance until morning 'til there's just you and me
And maybe, if the music is right
I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night
And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see
How the magic's in the music and the music's in me
Yeah, do you believe in magic
Yeah, believe in the magic of a young girl's soul
Believe in the magic of rock and roll
Believe in the magic that can set you free
Ohh, talking 'bout magic
Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in magic
Do you believe like I believe Do you believe, believer
Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in magic
{Fade}
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Sprayber
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Dixie
Oct 2000
time: 23:33
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Wonderful Tonight
Eric Clapton
It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."
We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.
And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"
And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."
I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.
It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."
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this song has stuck to my brain and won't go away  
Star Academy 2
Paris Latino
Refrain
Que bueno, que rico, que lindo
Paris latino
Que bueno, que rico, que lindo
Paris latino
Bandolero rock
Bandolero choc
Bandolero rock
Bandolero choc
Joséphine blanche, robe rouge et noire
Danse avec le reflet du miroir
Arrivée direct from Mexico Don Diego de La Vega
Z comme Zorro
Ca se bouscule dans les couloirs
Les poseurs, les voyeurs
Tous ceux qui aiment s'faire voir
Tout le monde est là
Même ceux qu'on attend pas la playmate du mois
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Oh Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Que linda esta
Au milieu de tout ça, il y a nous, il y a moi et
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Doctor B, ah that's me)
Yes yes show
You don't stop
So come on come on
Let's see rock rock
Joséphine blanche, robe rouge et noire
Amoureuse folle du reflet dans le miroir
Repartie direct to Mexico Don Diego de La Vega
Sa cape son bandeau
Plus personne dans les couloirs, les poseurs
Les voyeurs sont allés s'faire voir
Odeur de tabac, de cendriers froids
Les parfums sucrés de Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Que linda esta
Au milieu de tout ça, il y a nous, il y a moi et
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Doctor B, ah that's me)
Yes yes show
We don't stop
So come on come on
Let's see rock rock
Refrain (x2)
Au milieu de tout ça, il y a nous, il y a moi et
(Paris latino)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Paris latino)
Au milieu de tout ça, il y a nous, il y a moi et
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B...)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Doctor B, ah that's me)
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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Your Song
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those, who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again no,
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope don't you mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses, well thy've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song,
It's for people like you, that keep it turned on.
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the things, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.
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Jon Miller
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Song:Fred Jones pt. 2 (live at The Fillmore)
Artist:Ben Folds
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Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow
that waits in the hall
he has cleared all his things
and he's put them in boxes
things that remind him
that life has been good
twenty five years
he's worked at the paper
a man's here
to take him downstairs
and I'm sorry,
Mr. Jones,
It's time
there was no party
and there were no songs
cause today's just a day
like the day that he started
and no one is left here
that knows his first name
yeah and life barrels on
like a runaway train
where the passengers change
they don't change anything
you get off
someone else can get on
and I'm sorry,
Mr. Jones,
It's time
the streetlight
it shines through the shades
casting lines on the floor
and lines on his face
he reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out
and goes to the basement
projecting some slides
onto a plain white canvas
and traces it,
fills in the spaces
he turns off the slides
and it doesn't look right
yeah, and all of these bastards
have taken his place
he's forgotten, but not yet gone
and I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
and I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
and I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time
JOn Miller
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Jon Miller
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too many good lyrics from Ben folds
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Song:The Ascent of Stan
Artist:Ben Folds
Album:Rockin' the Suburbs
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Pangs of silence
From the room upstairs
How’s the view there?
Do you read what they’re saying about you?
That you’re no fun
Since the war was won
In fact, you have become all of the things you’ve always run away from
The ascent of Stan
Textbook hippie man
Get rest while you can
So where’d the years go?
All the time we had?
Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight
And you wonder why your father was so resigned
Now you don’t wonder any more
The ascent of Stan
Textbook hippie man
Textbook hippie man
Get rest while you can
Stan: Once you wanted revolution
Stan: Now you’re the institution
Stan: How’s it feel to be the man?
It’s no fun to be the man
And now, watch it all go down
The ascent of Stan
Textbook hippie man
(Stan)
Textbook hippie man
Get rest while you can
Stan: Once you wanted revolution
Stan: Now you’re the institution
Stan: How’s it feel to be the man?
It’s no fun to be the man
Jon Miller
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Sikander
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Boulder, Colorado, United Snakes of America
Jan 2000
time: 22:33
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Singapore
We sail tonight for singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny moor, took off to the land of nod
Drank with all the chinamen, walked the sewers of paris
I danced along a colored wind, dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me
We sail tonight for singapore, don't fall asleep while you're ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die, when you hear the children cry
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose, while making feet for children shoes
Through the alley, back from hell, when you hear that steeple bell
You must say goodbye to me
Wipe him down with gasoline, 'til his arms are hard and mean
From now on boy this iron boat's your home
So heave away, boys
We sail tonight for singapore, take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door, the whole town's made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam, they all become italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth, get yourself a dollar's worth
Away boys, away boys, heave away
The captain is a one-armed dwarf, he's throwing dice along the wharf
In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king
So take this ring
We sail tonight for singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny moor, took off to the land of nod
Drank with all the chinamen, walked the sewers of paris
I drank along a colored wind, i dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me
Written by: Tom Waits
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Grandpa Troll
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I owe..I owe..it's off to work I go
Jul 2000
time: 00:33
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quote:
Originally posted by SlowwHand
Your Song
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those, who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again no,
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope don't you mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses, well thy've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song,
It's for people like you, that keep it turned on.
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the things, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen. |
I am a 70's dude and although I dont agree with his "Lifestyle" choices, I do think he is a super talented individual..speaking of Reginald that is..
Eldeberry Wine
Crocodile Rock
Philadelphia Freedom
Benny & The Jets
to name a few
Peace
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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Ray Davies was shot in the leg this past weekend, while trying to stop a mugger who had grabbed a female companion's purse.
He was not seriously injured in the attack.
Lola
I met her in a club down in North Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Cherry Cola
C-O-L-A Cola.
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance.
I asked her name and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola"
L-O-L-A Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy,
But when she squeesed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walks like a woman and talks like a man
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all night,
Under electric candlelight,
She picked me up and sat me on her knee,
She said, "Little boy won't you come home with me?"
Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy,
But when I looked in her eyes,
I almost fell for my Lola,
Lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola
I pushed her away. I walked to the door.
I fell to the floor. I got down on my knees.
I looked at her, and she at me.
Well that's the way that I want it to stay.
I always want it to be that way for my Lola.
Lo lo lo Lola.
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls.
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world,
except for Lola. Lo lo lo Lola. Lo lo lo Lola.
Well I left home just a week before,
and I never ever kissed a woman before,
Lola smiled and took me by the hand,
she said, "Little boy, gonna make you a man."
Well I'm not the world's most masculine man,
but I know what I am and that I'm a man,
so is Lola.
Lo lo lo Lola. Lo lo lo Lola.
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A Well Respected Man
'Cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality,
It never fails.
And he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And his mother goes to meetings,
While his father pulls the maid,
And she stirs the tea with counselors,
While discussing foreign trade,
And she passes looks, as well as bills,
At every suave young man.
'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he likes his own backyard,
And he likes his fags the best,
'Cause he's better than the rest,
And his own sweat smells the best,
And he hopes to grab his father's loot,
When Pater passes on.
'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he plays at stocks and shares,
And he goes to the regatta,
And he adores the girl next door,
'Cause he's dying to get at her,
But his mother knows the best about
The matrimonial stakes.
'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
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Big Up The Macedonian Massive
Apr 2000
time: 05:33
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pf project - choose life
Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family,
Choose a ****ing big television
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing ga me shows
Stuffing ****ing junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home
Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, ****ed-up brats
You have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.
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Out of step
Jan 1970
time: 06:33
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Husker Du - I Don't Know What You're Talking About
You're a student of the world, learning every day
Surrounded by these walls
Tell me, "Man, I've been around the block"
But you haven't seen it all
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what you're talking about
Confrontations every day
Argue, then we go our separate ways
Always over as soon as it begins
Know that you're losing when you can't give in
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what you're talking about
Now you live alone and it's always the same
Talking to yourself when you say that I'm to blame
There's more to life than being right and wrong
There's something in between called getting along
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what you're talking about
Minor Threat - Look Back And Laugh
I want to tell you a little story
Cause it makes me warm inside
It's about some friends growing up
And all the things they tried
I'm not talking about staple ****
They went for something more
I guess it was too much dreaming
Too much to hope for
One day something funny happened
But it scared the **** out of me
Their heads went in different directions
And their friendship ceased to be
I'm telling you I want it to work
I don't like being hurt
Something's not right inside
And I can't always put it aside
What can we do, what can we do?
Try
I guess I make too much ****
Someday we'll look back and laugh
Mr. Present, go away
Come back and **** with us some other day
Mr. Feelings, run and hide
You have no right to what you feel inside
Mother****ers, quick to kiss
Talk you ****, but don't **** with this
All I want to know is
Am I holding on? Am I moving on?
What can we do, what can we do?
Husker Du - Masochism World
Can you feel it feel it feel it
In your soul
Can you tell me
Tell me if it's hot or cold
Can you tell me what it is
Does it hurt you when I do this
Stop it stop it stop it
You're pulling too hard
Stop it
You're going too far
I love it I hate it I love it I hate it too
I love it
So how about you?
Can you tell me 'cause I don't know
Why don't you tell me why is it so
Confusing!
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Jon Miller
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Song:Best Imitation of Myself (live at the Roseland Ballroom)
Artist:Ben Folds
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I feel like a quote out of context
with holding the rest
so I can be for you what you want to see
I've got the gestures and sounds
got the timing down
its uncanny, yeah, you'd think it was me
Do you think I should take a class
to lose my southern accent?
did I make me up
or make the face till it stuck
I do the best imitation of myself
the "problem with you" speech
you gave me was fine
like the theories about my "little stage"
I swore I was listening
but I started drifting
'round the part about me "acting my age"
now if it's all the time
i've people to entertain
you know i'll juggle one-handed
do some magic tricks and
the best imitation of myself
maybe i'm thinking myself in a hole
wondering - who I am when I ought to know
straighten up now time to go
fool somebody else
fool somebody else
last night I was east with them
and west within
trying to be for you what you want to see
but I can't help it if you
good and bad comes through
hanging out with no one but me
yeah if it's all the same
it comes from the same place
and if my mind's somewhere else
you won't be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself
yes, it's uncanny to see
you really think it was me
the best imitation of myself
do the best imitation of myself
Jon Miler
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Brasil
Mar 1999
time: 02:33
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Find the River
by R.E.M.
Hey now, little speedyhead,
the read on the speedmeter says
you have to go to task in the city
where people drown and people serve.
Don't be shy. Your just deserve
is only just light years to go.
Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
ocean storm, bayberry moon.
I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.
The ocean is the river's goal,
a need to leave the water knows
We're closer now than light years to go.
I have got to find the river,
bergamot and vetiver
run through my head and fall away.
Leave the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.
There's no one left to take the lead,
but I tell you and you can see
we're closer now than light years to go.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
Fall into the ocean.
The river to the ocean goes,
a fortune for the undertow.
None of this is going my way.
There is nothing left to throw
of Ginger, lemon, indigo,
coriander stem and rose of hay.
Strength and courage overrides
the privileged and weary eyes
of river poet search naivete.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
All of this is coming your way.
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Song:Brick (live at the Roseland Ballroom)
Artist:Ben Folds & Darren Jessee
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6am, day after Christmas,
I throw some clothes on in the dark,
The smell of cold,
Car seat is freezing,
The world is sleeping,
I am numb.
Up the stairs to her apartment,
And she is balled up on the couch,
Her Mom and Dad went down to Charlotte,
They're not home to find us out,
And we drive,
Now that I have found someone I'm feeling more alone,
Than I ever have before.
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly,
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere,
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly.
They call her name at 7:30,
I pace around the parking lot,
Then I walk down to buy her flowers and sell some gifts that I got,
Can't you see it's not me you're dying for?
Now she's feeling more alone than she ever has before.
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly,
Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere,
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly.
As weeks went by it showed that she was not fine,
They told me "Son, it's time to tell the truth",
And she broke down and I broke down 'cause I was tired of lying.
Driving back to her apartment and for the moment we're alone,
Yeah she's alone,
I'm alone,
And now I know it.
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly,
Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere,
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly.
JOn Miller
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Stefan Härtel
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Eddie's best friend
Jul 1999
time: 06:33
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How I often feel...
Wish You Were Here- Pink Floyd
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold country for change
And did you exchange
Your walk-on part in the war
For a lead role in the cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Since You Been Gone- Rainbow
I get the same old dreams same time every night
Fall to the ground then I wake up
So I get out of bed put on my shoes and in my head
Thoughts fly back to the break up
These four walls are closing in
Look at the fix you put me in
Since you been gone since you been gone
I'm out of my head can't take it
Could I be wrong? But since you been gone
You cast your spell so break it
Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
Since you been gone
So in the night I stand beneath the backstreet light
I read the words that you sent to me
I can take the afternoon but night-time comes around too soon
You can't know what you mean to me
Your poison letter your telegram
Just goes to show you don't give a damn
Since you been gone since you been gone
I'm out of my head can't take it
Could I be wrong? But since you been gone
You cast your spell so break it
Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
Since you been gone
If you will come back baby you know you'd never do wrong
Since you been gone since you been gone
I'm out of my head can't take it
Could I be wrong? But since you been gone
You cast your spell so break it
Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
Ever since you been gone
Since you been gone since you been gone
I'm out of my head can't take it
Since you been gone since you been gone
I'm out of my head can't take it
Dream Of Mirrors- Iron Maiden
Have you ever felt
The future is the past
But you don't know how...?
A reflected dream
Of a captured time
Is it really now… is it really happening?
Don't know why I feel this way
Have I dreamt this time, this place?
Something vivid comes into my mind
And I think I've seen your face
Seen this room, been in this place
Something vivid comes again into my mind
All my hopes and expectation
Looking for an explanation
Have I found my destination?
I just can't take no more
The Dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true
Think I've heard your voice before
Think I've said these words before
Something makes me feel I just might lose my mind
Am I still inside my dream?
Is this a new reality
Something makes me feel that I have lost my mind
All my hopes and expectation
Looking for an explanation
Coming to the realisation
That I can't see for sure
I only dream in Black and White
I only dream 'cause I am alive
I only dream in black and white
To save me from myself
I only dream in black and white
I only dream 'cause I'm alive
I only dream in black and white
Please save me from myself
The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true
I get up put on the light
Dreading the oncoming night
Scared to fall asleep and dream the dream again
Nothing that I contemplate
Nothing that I can compare
To letting loose the demons deep inside my head
Dread to think what might be stirring
That my dream is reoccurring
Got to keep away from drifting
Saving me from myself
I only dream in Black and White
I only dream 'cause I'm alive
I only dream in Black and White
To save me from myself
I only dream in Black and White
I only dream 'cause I'm alive
I only dream in Black and White
To save me from myself …
Lost in a dream of mirrors
Lost in a paradox
Lost and time is spinning
Lost a nightmare I retrace
Lost a hell that I revisit
Lost another time and place
Lost a parallel existence
Lost a nightmare I retrace
I only dream in Black and White
I only dream 'cause I'm alive
I only dream in Black and White
To save me from myself
I only dream in Black and White
I only dream 'cause I'm alive
I only dream in Black and White
To save me from myself
I only dream in Black and White
I only dream 'cause I'm alive
I only dream in Black and White
To save me from myself
The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true
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boann
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ice queen colorado
Sep 2000
time: 22:33
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LeAnn Rimes
Can't Fight the Moonlight
Under the lover-sky
Gonna be with you
And no one's gonna be around
If you think that you won't fall
Well just wait until
'Til the sun goes down
Underneath the starlight, starlight
There's a magical feeling so right
It will steal your heart tonight
You can try to resist
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know
That you, can't fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark, you'll surrender your heart
But you know, But you know that you
Can't fight the moonlight..No
You can't fight it...
It's gonna get to your heart
There's no escaping love
Once a gentle breeze
Weaves a spell upon your heart
No matter what you think
It won't be too long
'Til you're in my arms
Underneath the starlight, starlight
We'll be lost in the rhythm so right
Feel it steal your heart tonight
You can try to resist
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know
That you can't fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark, you'll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know that you
Can't fight the moonlight...No
You can't fight it
It's gonna get to your heart
No matter what you do
The night is gonna get to you
(You're gonna know
That I know)
Don't try, you're never gonna win, oh
Underneath the starlight, starlight,
There's a magical feeling, so right
It'll steal your heart tonight
You can try to resist, try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know that you
Can't fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark, you'll surrender your heart,
But you know, but you know that you
Can't fight the moonlight
No, you can't fight it
You can try to resist, try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know that you
can't fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark, you'll surrender your heart,
But you know, but you know that you
Can't fight the moonlight
No, you can't fight it
It's gonna get to your heart
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