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In the graveyard of modern days the sensual touch is all that remains you blew the fragile grace on my skin and in my face *chorus Leaving pieces behind, anywhere I go Every time I go I'm leaving behind my soul Leaving pieces of mine, everywhere I go Braking in to pieces every time I grow Constant dozing The rose of the mind flow Emptiness is always on the go Gliding in the mirrors Gathering the symptoms of all we have And all we don't know *chorus |
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"I will make you believe..."
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Ray BrownTrio and Regina Carter - Lady Be Good
Some blues for a Friday morning.
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incite me to chorus.
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The whispers in the morning Of lovers sleeping tight Are rolling like thunder now As I look in your eyes I hold on to your body And feel each move you make Your voice is warm and tender A love that I could not forsake 'Cause I am your lady And you are my man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can Lost is how I'm feeling lying in your arms When the world outside's too Much to take That all ends when I'm with you Even though there may be times It seems I'm far away Never wonder where I am 'Cause I am always by your side 'Cause I am your lady And you are my man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn Of the power of love The sound of your heart beating Made it clear Suddenly the feeling that I can't go on Is light years away (repeat first chorus) We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn Of the power of love |
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Social Song
Oh, what a day, oh Oh, what a day, oh Day, what a day, what a day, oh, oh I'm tired of the hunger I see on people's faces Tired of the animosity between the races Tired of corruption in high and low places And pricks with money but no social graces Tired of being judged for the style in my hair And the music that I listen and the clothes that I wear I'm tired of life and death being sold as a pair And politicians who keep saying they care but Maybe hoping for a change is a dream Maybe life ain't as bad as it seems But if dreaming is the best I can do Then I'll be dreaming my whole life through Oh, what a day when war becomes a thing of the past And peace, we will have it at last And life is finally worth its cost And woah, woah, oh What a day when men finally live what they teach And love ain't just a concept we preach And blood no longer runs in the streets Woah, woah, woah, oh, what a day Tired of leaving church, feeling like I've just been robbed Two hours of rambling, not much mention of God The richest man's the only one who does not have a job A bunch of righteous freaks extorting worse than the mob, y'all Tired of baby, momma, tired of baby, daddy Chilling in the spot where the parents should be Teenage mother saying, "Leave my babies alone" In 20 years the kid could be robbing my home but I got a vision of a whole other plain Where the spiritual can flourish again I'm just awaiting for the fire to rain Burn dung everything and start clean What a day when war becomes a thing of the past And peace, we will have it at last And life is finally worth its cost And woah, woah, oh Oh, what a day when men finally live what they teach And love ain't just a concept we preach And blood no longer runs in the streets And woah, woah, woah, oh, what a day Ooh, what a day Oh, what a day Oh, what a day, what a day, what a day Maybe hoping for a change is a dream Maybe life ain't as bad as it seems But if dreaming is the best I can do Then I'll be dreaming my whole life through Oh, what a day when war becomes a thing of the past And peace, we will have it at last And life is finally worth its cost And woah, woah, woah |
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