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Martha, my dear Though I spend my days in conversation Please, remember me Martha, my love Don't forget me Martha, my dear

He was born on a summer day 1951 And with a slap of a hand He landed as an only son His mother and father said what a lovely boy We'll teach him what we learned Ah yes just what we learned We'll dress him up warmly and We'll send him to school It'll teach him how to fight To be nobody's fool Oh, oh what a lonely boy Oh what a lonely boy Oh what a lonely boy

You may never understand How the stranger is inspired But he isn't always evil And he is not always wrong Though you drown in good intentions You will never quench the fire You'll give in to your desire When the stranger comes along

Times have changed and times are strange Here I come, but I ain't the same Mama, I'm coming home Times gone by, seems to be You could have been a better friend to me Mama, I'm coming home

Browns missed an opportunity to put the Brownie logo on their helmets.

Maybe somewhere down the road aways (at the end of the line) You'll think of me and wonder where I am these days (at the end of the line, of the line) Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays (at the end of the line) Purple haze

Can they get Leslie Frazier back?

We'll crucify the insincere Tonight, Tonight We'll make things right We'll feel it all Tonight, Tonight We'll find a way to offer up the night Tonight The indescribable moments of your life Tonight The impossible is possible Tonight, Tonight

Here I go again on my own Going down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone And I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time

I muttered something underneath my breath She studied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe Tangled up in blue

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane Jane plays with Willy, Willy is happy again Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt Adolf builds a bonfire, Enrico plays with it Whistling tunes We hide in the dunes by the seaside Whistling tunes We're kissing baboons in the jungle It's a knockout If looks could kill, they probably will In games without frontiers War without tears

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

Here's wishing you the bluest sky And hoping something better comes tomorrow Hoping all the verses rhyme And the very best of choruses to Follow all the doubt and sadness I know that better things are on the way

And if you want the wind of change To blow about you And you're the only other person to know, don't tell me I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band

I'm only human Of flesh and blood I'm made (I am just a man) Human Born to make mistakes

Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie She's the only one who'd call me here from Memphis Tennessee Her home is on the south side, high upon a ridge Just a half a mile from the Mississippi bridge

Bass-o-matic

If you like piña coladas And gettin' caught in the rain If you're not into yoga If you have half a brain If you like makin' love at midnight In the dunes on the cape Then I'm the love that you've looked for Write to me and escape

A soul in tension that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

He blesses the boys as they stand in line The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine He's there to help them all that he can To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man Sky pilot, sky pilot How high can you fly You'll never, never, never reach the sky

He got friendly, holding my hand Well, she got friendly down in the sand He was sweet, just turned eighteen Well, she was good, you know what I mean Summer heat, boy and girl meet But ah! Oh, the summer nights Whoa, whoa, whoa

Hey baby, they're playing our song The one we used to hear when We used to get along Hey baby, they're playing our song Let's get back together That's where we belong

Maybe he has a kink like Rex Ryan and feet. 🥴

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers. They can't be seen with me and I'm feelin' real shot down And I'm gettin' mean. No more Mister Nice Guy, No more Mister Clean, No more Mister Nice Guy, They say he's sick, he's obscene.

Strangers waitin' Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searchin' in the night Streetlights, people Livin' just to find emotion Hidin', somewhere in the night Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feelin' Streetlights, people