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Bright are the stars that shine Dark is the sky I know this love of mine Will never die And I love her

'Cause you, you light up my life You give me hope to carry on You light up my days and fill my nights with song It can't be wrong When it feels so right 'Cause you You light up my life

Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. But your mind's on Tennessee Lookin' back, I can remember the time When I sang my songs for free Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. Take a look at everything you own But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home

And the sign said "Long-haired freaky people Need not apply" So I tucked my hair up under my hat And I went in to ask him why He said, "You look like a fine upstandin' young man I think you'll do" So I took off my hat and said, "Imagine that Huh, me workin' for you"

I know I'm gonna miss the USA I guess I'll miss it every single day But no one loves me here anyway I know my plane is due The one that's going to Katmandu Up to the mountains where I'm going to If I ever get out of here That's what I'm gonna do

Prepare yourself you know it's a must Gotta have a friend in Jesus So you know that when you die He's gonna recommend you To the spirit in the sky

I want to fly like an eagle To the sea Fly like an eagle Let my spirit carry me I want to fly like an eagle 'Til I'm free Right through the revolution

One positive takeaway is we won’t have to endure so many night games next year as they won’t be scheduled in so many.

Cook is getting the Matt Savoie treatment. One mistake and never get to play again.

Play that funky music, white boy Play that funky music right Play that funky music, white boy Lay down that boogie And play that funky music 'til you die

She swam by me, she got a cramp He ran by me, got my suit damp I saved her life, she nearly drowned He showed off, splashing around Summer sun, something's begun But ah! Oh, the summer nights Well-a, well-a, well-a, huh

If you need somebody to love Just look into my eyes I'll be there to make you feel right If you're feeling sorry and sad I'd really sympathize Don't you be sad, just call me tonight Any time at all, any time at all Any time at all, all you gotta do is call And I'll be there

Free as a bird It's the next best thing to be Free as a bird Home, home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly As a bird on wings

Listen Do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell? Whoa, oh, oh Closer Let me whisper in your ear Say the words you long to hear I'm in love with you Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh

Starting season 3 of The Man in the High Castle on Amazon; set in the 1960s after Germany and Japan won WWII. Even better than I expected. Seeing how Americans embraced their conqueror’s ideals will make your blood boil.

You know I need your love You've got that hold over me Long as I've got your love You know that I'll never leave When I wanted you to share my life I had no doubt in my mind And it's been you, woman Right down the line

Train roll on On down the line, won't you Please take me far away Now I feel the wind blow Outside my door, means I'm I'm leaving my woman at home, Lordy Tuesday's gone with the wind Oh, my baby's gone, with the wind

I read the news today, oh boy Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire And though the holes were rather small They had to count them all Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall I'd love to turn you on

You load 16 tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store

Strange days have found us And through their strange hours We linger alone Bodies confused Memories misused As we run from the day To a strange night of stone

But I would not give you false hope (no) On this strange and mournful day When the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And mama hollered out the back door, y'all, remember to wipe your feet And then she said, I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive And if you follow there may be a tomorrow But if the offer's shunned You might as well be walking on the Sun

I don't know how to love him What to do, how to move him I've been changed, yes really changed In these past few days, when I've seen myself, I seem like someone else I don't know how to take this I don't see why he moves me He's a man. He's just a man And I've had so many men before, In very many ways, He's just one more

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady Men's shirts, short skirts Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin' it in style Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel Man, I feel like a woman (hey!)