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How can you just leave me standing Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (she's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like When doves cry

How do you document real life When real life is getting more Like fiction each day Headlines -- bread-lines Blow my mind And now this deadline "Eviction -- or pay" Rent!

I see red And it hurts my head I guess it must be something That I read It's the color of your heartbeat A rising summer sun The battle lost or won The flash to fashion The pulse to passion Feels red inside my head

When the lights go down in the city And the sun shines on the bay Ooh, I wanna be there, yeah, in my city Oh, whoa, oh Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh So you think you're lonely Well, my friend, I'm lonely, too I wanna get back to my city by the bay Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh

Say you love me every waking moment Turn my head with talk of summertime Say you need me with you now and always Promise me that all you say is true That's all I ask of you

I've been chased by a rain cloud I was lost and nearly drowned and kicked around But now I'm found and I won't run away

Eat meat on Friday, that's alright I even like steak on a Saturday night I can b*tch the best at your social do's I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue (Ooh-ooh-ooh) I'm a b*tch, I'm a b*tch, oh, the b*tch is back Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact I can b*tch, I can b*tch, 'cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh

Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone? Mhmm I got a bad desire Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no I can take you higher Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire

Loving “Full Swing” on Netflix. Nice mix of focus on bigger names and lesser known pros. A little too much catering to people who don’t know anything about the PGA Tour (they defined “the cut” 4 times in the first 4 episodes), but that’s a minor quibble. huge stock up - Tony Finau, Ian Poulter stock down - Brooks Koepka Oh yeah, one more thing… Mike Oxlong

I want to live I want to give I've been a miner For a heart of gold It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching For a heart of gold And I'm getting old Keep me searching For a heart of gold And I'm getting old

And it's too late, baby, now it's too late Though we really did try to make it Somethin' inside has died And I can't hide and I just can't fake it Oh, no, no, no, no, no

The night is black without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torch-lit hill

The fortunes of fables are able To sing the song Now witness the quickness with which We get along To sing the blues you've got to live the dues And carry on

Now she's a cool, cool black She moves like a cat If you don't get her game Well, you might not make it back She's got the looks that kill

Millionaires fighting with Billionaires. So relatable to us little people. I hope neither side is looking to us for sympathy.

Ceiling unlimited World so wide Turn and turn again, turn again Feeling unlimited Still unsatisfied Changes never end, never end

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep From the mountains of faith To the river so deep I must be looking for something Something sacred I lost But the river is wide And it's too hard to cross

In the dog days People look to Sirius Dogs cry for the moon But those connections are mysterious It seems to me While it's true that every dog will have his day When all the bones are buried There is barely time to go outside and play

Come bring me your softness Comfort me through all this madness Woman, don't you know with you I'm born again? Come give me your sweetness Now there's you, there is no weakness Lying safe within your arms, I'm born again

Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and the last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet They made the show

We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow The hammer of the gods Will drive our ships to new lands To fight the horde, sing and cry Valhalla, I am coming

A fawn-eyed girl With sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dreams

Now she's a cool, cool black She moves like a cat If you don't get her game Well, you might not make it back She's got the looks that kill That kill She got the looks that kill That kill She's got the look

Am in Dallas this week and went to the Stars-Ducks game last night...had this "no goal" atrocity of a banner to look at all night.