It wouldn't be so hard to sleep at night If I could make a day without a fight I really think the world would be impressed If it were equally as blessed
It's a waiting game you play Still you think that you can win So you play on You play on, play on And the rush hour weaves you home In another day you
you laugh I know and you know, you've heard this all before These arms are for holding on This heart won't stray from home If you didn't want this
"I fear I can't go on", she said "I think I would be better dead" She knelt, she cried and I held her head I thought I knew what she was feelin'
What do you do for fun? Will take it out on number one Your time is over, your time has come Will flip her over man, she is done Flip her over Flip her
She said, "I think it's time for winter And the trains are all here" I think, I smell a change in seasons I think the time for change is near You say
I know this ain't home But now it sure feels like home And I know this somewhere is really nowhere And I know this ain't home But now it sure feels
close In the place we'll call Heaven but for now, we'll just call it Home, where my friends are Even when I'm not, I wish you were here I'll see you at home
'd agree After all we've been through No, I wouldn't change a thing If a leper said to No, I wouldn't change a thing Because I don't take chances With something
do and where you go And wherever you go I will go We will never let it come to this Discovered mean 'cos I know That we can do most anything To decide toast and go home
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it's hot when ever I say so Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand Got big bass in the back of the blue van It's blue over gold the story been told Benjamin
' shit out hard and long cuz we got more song, dig, check it Something you might like now all-star bound yeah your so sound cool as the blue water all
There's a fresh third part out there Which was found by a hip new prophet Who had a little Donny Osmond flair? Have you heard of the All-American Prophet? The blonde-haired, blue
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway He walks through town all alone He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls
