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Hey, lady, you, lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about
The things you'll never do
But I wish someone ever talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you
I've been to Georgia and California
And anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man
And we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Please, lady, please, lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you
Why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me
Still living in your eyes
Want to share a part of a weary heart
That has lived a million lives
Oh, I've been to Niece, and the isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
And showed them what I've got
I've been undressed by Kings
And I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Sometimes I feel like crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
I took the sweet life
And never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring
That costs too much to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
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Brandye - Rhythm Of Love
05:14
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I like the sound of the rain coming down
When we love, when we love
And I like the tic and the tac of the clock
When we love, when we love
I like the radio playing the music low
It makes me glow, yes, it does
I like whispers in size and in few ask me why
It's because, it's because
Love has its own rhythm, love has its own rhythm
Love has its own rhythm, yes, it does
And I like the beat of the sweat rhythm of love
I like it all, share a song against the wall
Making love, making love
And I like the way the DJ likes to say
Be in love, be in love
I like the tone when you take off the ( ... )
( ... ) making love
And I like the part when I refuse your heart
Just because, just because
Love has its own rhythm, love has its own rhythm
Love has its own rhythm, yes, it does
And I like the beat of the sweat rhythm of love
Love has its own rhythm, love has its own rhythm
Yes, it does, yes, it does
Love has its own rhythm, love has its own rhythm
Love has its own rhythm, yes, it does
Love has its own rhythm, love has its own...
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Lovequake - Spring
03:31
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red light, green light
Speedin' through the dark night
Drivin' through the poundin' rain
I gotta see Jane
Windshield wipers splishin' splashin'
Callin' out her name
Just gotta see Jane
I left her arms to find my way
To find a place for me
In the world outside
I wasn't alive
I could not survive
The frantic pace, the constant chase
To win the race
Turned my heart cold inside
I've gotta find
What I left behind
Red light, green light
Speedin' through the dark night
Drivin' through the poundin' rain
I gotta see Jane
Freeway, bi-way tearin' up the highway
Runnin' from a world insane
Just gotta see Jane
A town of steel that isn't real
It could not feel
What's in the heart of me
I was so alone
In a world of stone
I missed her arms
That once held me
That made me see
I was the lonely one
Without her there
I was runnin' scared
And I can feel the touch of time
Turning the wheel of life to yesterday
When love and happiness were mine
I gotta find that world of Jane and me
Like it used to be
Her love for me I pushed aside
Walked out alone
To face the world turned cold
Although I tried... Could not survive
The frantic pace, the constant chase
To win the race
It's not a part of me
I gotta find what I left behind
Oh I gotta see Jane
Oh I gotta see Jane
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You were sun, I was sky
And you gently moved into me
And your light came
Shining through me
To the darkness inside
You were touch, I was feel
And the love just eased between us
As though time had never seen us
When you're up that high
Then say goodbye
[Chorus:]
It ain't easy coming down
No, it ain't easy coming down
It was so easy to pretend
Our world would never end
But suddenly, I found
It's coming down
You were rain, I was grass
And I needed you for growing
And my life was overflowing
With the feeling of you
I was sand, you were sea
And you made the tide move faster
But the wind was still your master
Though you wanted me
You must be free
[Repeat chorus]
Down, down, down, down
It ain't easy coming down
No, it ain't easy coming down
No, it ain't easy coming down
No, it ain't easy coming down...
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Deco - Let's Pretend
04:06
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Freddie, be free from the pain
Is the world the same
Since you have gone away
Hey, Freddie
I'd go back if I could
Life was sure looking good
With you here yesterday
We're afraid of things
That we don't understand
Why did you close the show
It just began
Did you feel that maybe
You weren't loved enough
Or were you afraid of
Being loved too much
Freddie, there were
Clouds in your mind
But we all need some time
To learn what we're about
Hey, Freddie
Dreams don't come ready made
If you only had stayed
We'd have worked it out
I believed it all
The things that love can do
And you believed in love
But not in you
No, I never had a
Chance to say goodbye
Please forgive me
But there's something in my eye
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Hey, lady, you, lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about
The things you'll never do
But I wish someone ever talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you
I've been to Georgia and California
And anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man
And we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Please, lady, please, lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you
Why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me
Still living in your eyes
Want to share a part of a weary heart
That has lived a million lives
Oh, I've been to Niece, and the isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
And showed them what I've got
I've been undressed by Kings
And I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Sometimes I feel like crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
I took the sweet life
And never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring
That costs too much to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
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Where have they gone
All the summers we knew
When we owned the sand
And a gentle wave or two
Where have they gone
All the winters we shared
When you used to kiss
All the snowflakes from my hair
Where is the song
Our hearts used to sing
Like the sound of a symphony
Like the breathless touch of spring
Where have they gone
(Memories of you)
All the vows that we made
(Cherished days gone by)
Was true love always
Only meant for yesterday
Where is the song
Where is the song
Our hearts used to sing
Like the sound of a symphony
Like the breathless touch of spring
Where have they gone
(When we were young)
All the summers we knew
(Days of love gone by)
When we owned the sand
And a gentle wave or two
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tributetovarioussongwriters Peterborough, UK
The Songwriters Hall of Fame was founded in 1969 by songwriter Johnny Mercer and music publishers Abe Olman and Howie Richmond to honor those whose work represents a spectrum of the most beloved songs from the world's popular music songbook.
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