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In the morning wake me up And tell me everything So I can understand your world And you can understand my dream Yeah I could be anywhere And you could be there with me But I just want to be a ghost And see everything I don't want it to be the way they want it This town, this night, this crowd Come on put them up, let me hear it loud This town, this city, this crowd Stand up on your feet put your worry down

I wish that I could fly Into the sky So very high Just like a dragonfly I'd fly above the trees Over the seas in all degrees To anywhere I please, oh I want to get away I want to fly away Yeah, yeah, yeah

Stand Back Said stand Back What are those dogs doing sniffing at my feet? They're on to something, picking up, picking up this heat This heat, give me steam And how you feel can make it real Real as anything you've seen Get a life with the dreamer's dream

Marvin, he was a friend of mine And he could sing a song His heart in every line Marvin sang of the joy and pain He opened up our minds And I still can hear him say Aw talk to me so you can see What's going on Say you will sing your songs Forevermore Gonna be some sweet sounds Coming down on the nightshift I bet you're singing proud Oh I bet you'll pull a crowd Gonna be a long night It's gonna be all right On the nightshift Oh you found another home I know you're not alone On the nightshift

Oh, girl I'd be in trouble if you left me now 'Cause I don't know where to look for love I just don't know how Oh, girl How I depend on you To give me love when I need it Right on time you would always be

Clean shirt, new shoes And I don't know where I am goin' to Silk suit, black tie I don't need a reason why

Oh, I woke up this morning A long before the dawn I stumbled to the kitchen And put some coffee on The house was deathly quiet I knew something was wrong Then suddenly it dawned on me The cold grey light of gone

I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio You gave them all those old time stars Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry You made us feel like we could fly (radio)

Mike Tyson endorses this thought.

I went the home improvement route. Yesterday, I added a new light fixture in the room where I watch the games, added smart light bulbs and used a picture of my favorite Bills hat to create a theme for the lights. Sweet success! They better continue this win streak for a while. I really don't belong on a ladder anymore. I feel like I actually played in the game...

Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say Just like the children sleeping, we could dance the sun away But there's a full moon risin', let's go dancin' in the night We know where the music's playin', let's go out and feel the night Because I'm still in love with you I want to see you dance again Because I'm still in love with you On this harvest moon

If you're down and confused And you don't remember who you're talkin' to Concentration slip away Because your baby is so far away Well, there's a rose in a fisted glove And the eagle flies with the dove And if you can't be with the one you love, honey Love the one you're with Love the one you're with Love the one you're with Love the one you're with

I had this dream where I relished the fray And the screamin' filled my head all day It was as though I'd been spit here Settled in, into the pocket Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket Off the coast of France, dear

We can share the women We can share the wine We can share what we got of yours 'Cause we done shared all of mine Keep a rolling Just a mile to go Keep on rolling, my old buddy You're moving much too slow

Welcome my son Welcome to the machine What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream You dreamed of a big star He played a mean guitar He always ate in the Steak Bar He loved to drive in his Jaguar So welcome to the machine

It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers So much to prove, so few to tell you why Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes It seems to me a change is really needed I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das No more long days hacking hunks of garbage Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars

My heart goes out to you Thirdborn.

And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife You do the walk, yeah, you do the walk of life Mmm, you do the walk of life

No, woman, no cry No, woman, no cry No, woman, no cry No, woman, no cry 'Cause—'cause—'cause I remember when a we used to sit In a government yard in Trenchtown Ob—observing the hypocrites Yeah! Mingle with the good people we meet Yeah! Good friends we have. Oh Good friends we have lost along the way. Yeah! In this great future you can't forget your past So dry your tears, I say Yeah!

The face that launched a thousand ships Is sinking fast, that happens you know The water gets below Seems not very long ago Lovelier she was than any that I know Angels never know it's time To close the book and gracefully decline The song has found a tale My, what a jealous pool is she The face in the water looks up She shakes her head as if to say That the bluegirls have all gone away Sail away, away Ripples never come back They've gone to the other side Look into the pool Ripples never come back Dive to the bottom and go to the top To see where they have gone Oh, they've gone to the other side

People all over the world Join hands Start a love train, love train People all over the world Join hands Start a love train, love train

Hey... We once played a home playoff game missing Kelly, Thurman and Biscuit against this sorry franchise. If memory serves, they "pushed us to overtime" before Christie saved us. We should be just fine.

Burn down the mission If we're gonna stay alive Watch the black smoke fly to heaven See the red flame light the sky Burn down the mission Burn it down to stay alive It's our only chance of living Take all you need to live inside

You don't understand us So don't reprimand us We're taking the future We don't need no teacher Born Born in the fifties Born Born in the fifties Born Born in the fifties Born Born in the fifties

Hey, cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song She's a rich man stealer but her favour's good and strong She's the Robin Hood of highgate Helps the poor man get along, hey