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We can never know about the days to come
but we think about them anyway.
And I wonder if I'm really with you now
or just chasing after some finer day.
Anticipation, Anticipation
is making me late
is keeping me waiting
And I tell you how easy it feels to be with you
and how right your arms feel around me.
But I rehearsed those words just late last night
when I was thinking about how right tonight might be.
Anticipation, Anticipation
is making me late
is keeping me waiting
And tomorrow we might not be together
I'm no prophet, i don't know nature's ways.
So I'll try and see into your eyes right now
and stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days.
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Well I have known you
Since you were a small boy
And your mama used to say
My boy is gonna grow up and be
Some kind of leader some day
Then you'd turn on the radio
And sing with the singer in the band
And your mama would say to you
This isn't exactly what she had planned
But you're a legend in your own time
A hero in the footlights
Playin' tunes to fit your rhyme
But a legends only a lonely boy
When he goes home alone.
And although I know you
Still have the heart of that small boy
Well, you lend it out far too much
And no one woman loving you
Can ever tell if she's been really touched
Then you turn on the radio
And sing with the singer in the band
And think kind of sadly to yourself
This isn't exactly what you had planned
But you're a legend in your own time
A hero in the footlights
Playin' tunes to fit your rhyme
But a legends only a lonely boy
When he goes home alone
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Our first day together
Was after we'd been close in dreams
Was after we'd shared hell and heaven
And all the places in between
And all the places in between
After we'd spent nights together
And breathed secrets without words
After we'd made promises
That could but might not have been heard
Might not have been heard
Knowing me the way you do
Then why did you just say that our first day together
Was today?
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Tell me who you long for
In your secret dreams
Go on and tell me who you wish I was
Instead of me
I'm not necessarily
The girl you think you see
Whoever you want is exactly who
I'm more than willing to be
I'll be carefree
A Peace Corps trainee
Your Gypsy Rose Lee
To please you
Who cares what I might be for real
Underneath my games
I'll let you chose from a thousand faces
And a thousand names
I'm not necessarily
The girl you think you see
Whoever you want is exactly who
I'm more than willing to be
I'll be insane
A mathematical brain
You Tarzan, me Jane
To please you
I'm not necessarily
The girl you think you see
Whoever you want is exactly who
I'm more than willing to be
I'll be a queen
A foul-mouthed marine
Your Mary Magdalene
To please you
To please
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Here now summer's coming around again
Every year it seems to come in this way
Before you know it you've fallen in love
But be sure it's love before you sail away
You see someone wearing a sunny face
You want to know him anyway that you can
Tell him you're just in from Shanghai
And his smile you just can't pass by
Follow him away
Follow him away
Sad to say he hasn't seen you come by this way
His sunny smile just reflects sunny days
Haven't you seen his face before
Every year it seems to come this way
It seems to come this way
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Here come the priests, each one wailing and bemoaning
Lordy, they got their heads bowed down
Here come the madmen, they're too excited for atoning:
"Burn the mosque," they're shouting, "Burn it down!"
Save me a place, surrounded with friendly faces
All of us have gathered here to share the end
To watch the world go up in flames
Please, Lord we're not ready
Give us a day
Give us an hour
Here come the kings, let's dispense with their apologizing
Just bring on the acrobats and clowns
Here comes the rumble, hang on for universal dying
Please ignore the baying of the hounds
Save me a place, surrounded with friendly faces
All of us have gathered here to share the end
To watch the world go up in flames
Please, Lord we're not ready
Give us some time to work things out
Please, Lord we're not ready
Give us a day
Give us an hour
Please, Lord we're not ready
Give us some time to work things out
Please, Lord we're not ready
Give us a day
Give us an hour
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Come into the garden
It's magical trees
Dapple the sun as they sway with each lazy breeze
They'll set your mind at ease
Pretend you're a child
With nothing to hide
Then we'll join hands and let the universe swing wide
We'll lay our fears aside
Hold me, here we can soon be born again
Trust me, believe we can still be born again
We've been sleeping all our lives
At last we can open our eyes
Our gates are unguarded
I've stolen the key
To where everything holy inside us is free to run free
To smell and taste and touch and see
Hold me, here we can soon be born again
Trust me, believe we can still be born again
We've been sleeping all our lives
At last we can open our eyes
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If I have known you only three days
Then how will I remember you in ten?
But I could swear I'll love you always
And if the Gods will please be kind
Darling, I'll be with you soon
Soon again
And on the road you have some good times
But when the show is over you go home
And it hurts me so to leave you behind
And Lord I feel lonesome
Lonesome for the you I might have known
You'll be in L.A. in the morning
And I'll be in London by sundown
But when I sing
My song is filled with longing
And the memory of your last look
The way you took me by suprise
And the way you turned my head around
And the way you turned my head around
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Julie through the glass
Lookin' up at me
You've just got to be
The sweetest thing I've ever seen
Julie through the glass
Just born a day ago
And who knows where you've been
And where you're gonna go
We want you to love the world
To know it well and play a part
And we'll help you to learn to love yourself
'Cause that's where loving really starts
Julie through the glass
I'm looking forward to
Doing things with you
For many years to come
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You came smilin' softly, shyly movin'
Easy as a dreamer into my room
And before I realized the danger
I found myself looking into your eyes
Somewhere in their colors I saw promises
Of things I'd never seen before
It's all over
I've got to have you
Holding onto, talking, saying nothing
Knowing in a moment I could lose you
Then without a warning I remembered that
You trembled at the touch of my hand
Knowing when you came to me that no one else
Would ever feel the same in my arms
It's all over
I've got to have you
Wakin' in the morning to the tenderness
Of holding you asleep in my arms
Dreaming while your hair was blowing
Softer than a whisper on my cheek
I don't know the feeling so I don't know if it's love
But it's enough
It's enough
I can't help it
I've got to have you
It's all over
I've got to have you
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