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You-Why are you giving up?
Because think you’ve had enough?
Tell me when did life get so rough?
I’ve heard it all before
and I can tell you more. ‘Cause it
Sounds like a good, good friend of mine
a long, long time ago.
Like that good, good friend of mine:
Stay strong, keep moving on
when the world gets cold.
Oh,
heartache is nothing new.
It’s just a thing we all go through.
But, it’s funnier in review.
It’s all been done before.
Of that, you can be sure. ‘Cause it
Sounds like a good, good friend of mine
a long, long time ago.
Like that good, good friend of mine:
Stay strong, keep moving on
when the world gets cold.
No, this is not the end.
History ‘s your new best friend.
Seems the world’s on repeat and you can’t get to your feet
and your head’s swimming ‘round with some new trouble that you found.
But, you’ll find if ask similarities to the past.
someone knows, knows the way, someday you will say that it
Sounds like a good, good friend of mine
a long, long time ago.
Like that good, good friend of mine:
Stay strong, keep moving on
when the world gets cold.
Like that good, good friend of mine:
Stay strong, keep moving on
when the world gets cold.
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2. |
The First Sign
05:00
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Born to be beautiful,
you're a natural symphony
a girl-next-door rhapsody.
Making it difficult
to be where I supposed to be
amazed by the scenery.
Is you're mark of mystery
some dark omen of my misery?
Wish there was some guarantee
this is no dead end detour.
Lost without a trace of time or place.
Thought I was on my way down. But, now I found that
you're the first sign that at last my heart has healed.
You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real.
Won't you show me the way back?
I can't think and I keep losing track.
I just seem to overreact
to the crimes that came before.
Lost without a trace of time or place.
Thought I was on my way down.But, now I found that
you're the first sign and the you’re last one I would guess.
You're the first sign of my lasting happiness.
You're the first sign that at last my heart has healed.
You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real.
I'm in you're pocket now
like a token of good faith,
a charmed tied around you're waist.
Knowing, somewhere, somehow,
if it feels I’ve lost my way
the map lies in your embrace.
Lost without a trace of time or place.
Thought I was on my way down. But, now I found that
You're the first sign that at last my heart has healed.
You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real.
You're the first sign and you’re the last one I would guess.
You're the first sign of my lasting happiness.
You're the first sign that at last my heart has healed.
You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real.
You're the first sign and you’re the last one I would guess.
You're the first sign of my lasting happiness.
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3. |
Crack the Mountains
04:24
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Difference in language
Difference in place
Difference in money
Difference in face
Difference in culture
Difference in style
Why can’t we put our
differences aside?
We share our water.
We share our sky.
We share our spirit
to stay alive.
If we join forces,a movement of one,
all the world’s problemswould surely be done.
When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains.
When we move, we’ll split the oceans
Hero’s hearts will never bleed.
The truth and faith is all we need.
Children in factories
Mothers in tears
Children in armies
Fathers with fears
If children know nothing
but hunger and pain,
the future is history
repeating again.
We share our water.
We share our sky.
We share our spirit
to stay alive.
When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains.
When we move, we’ll split the oceans
Hero’s hearts will never bleed.
The truth and faith is all we need.
When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains.
When we move, we’ll split the oceans
Hero’s hearts will never bleed.
The truth and faith is all we need.
When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains.
When we move, we’ll split the oceans
Hero’s hearts will never bleed.
The truth and faith is all we need.
When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains.
When we move, we’ll split the oceans
Hero’s hearts will never bleed.
The truth and faith is all we need.
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4. |
Last One Out the Door
03:32
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Under the gun
and under pressure deep in overtime
End of the line
The final countdown starting to unwind
Wishing we stayed ahead.
But, it’s not over yet.
This won’t be our last regret if we keep pushing for time and
pushing the line.
No turning back or standing still this time.
Down to upward, back to forward,
on the ground and running toward
where we were before.
Won’t be the last one out the door.
On the offense, past the pretense
on the ball and off the fence,
‘cause now we know the score.
Won’t be the last one out the door.
No turning ‘round or turning down
to see who‘s left behind
We’re on our own nobody ’s gonna
care who’s next to shine.
Wishing we stayed ahead.
But, it’s not over yet.
This won’t be our last regret if we get
Down to upward, back to forward,
on the ground and running toward
where we were before.
Won’t be the last one out the door.
On the offense, past the pretense
on the ball and off the fence,
‘cause now we know the score.
Won’t be the last one out the door.
Down to upward, back to forward,
on the ground and running toward
where we were before.
Won’t be the last one out the door.
On the offense, past the pretense
on the ball and off the fence,
‘cause now we know the score.
Won’t be the last one out the door.
‘cause now we know the score.
Won’t be the last one out the door.
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5. |
Turn It Into Love
05:04
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There’s nothing hidden.
There’s nothing up my sleeves.
With your assistance,
you will see and believe.
Sometimes you have to trick yourself to
open your heart to someone new. We’ll..
turn it into love. I swear to
lift your spirits up. I dare you:
turn it into love.
Give your doubts a shrug
and turn it into love.
Don’t be distracted
by what you think you see.
Strangely attracted
to what you think you need.
Some slight of mind might mesmerize you
don’t close your heart to someone new. We’ll..
turn it into love. I swear to
lift your spirits up. I dare you:
turn it into love.
Give your doubts a shrug
and turn it into love.
If, it’s not real deal
A “valentine treachery”,
your heart will expose your
emotional trickery.
But, you’ll never know if you don’t try to
open your heart to someone new. We’ll..
turn it into love. I swear to
lift your spirits up. I dare you:
turn it into love.
Give your doubts a shrug
and turn it into love.
Why don’t you
turn it into love. I swear to
lift your spirits up. I dare you:
turn it into love.
Give your doubts a shrug
and turn it into love.
Turn it into love.
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6. |
Breathe the Life
04:50
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Maybe, I’m be wrong.
But, this is as bad it gets.
Feeling the pawn
frozen before its last step.
Move after move,
word after word you have led.
Daring to go where I never tread
Over sea and stone
I should be alone, but
You, you breathe the life
into my pale cold frame.
Undone and maybe unwise,
will I ever be the same?
Is getting it wrong
getting it right in the end?
Is getting along
worth knowing you’ll never love again?
I’m singing this song
trying to find a true verse.
But, all that I write keeps making it worse.
And I can’t revise,
‘cause that would be the lie and
You, you breathe the life
into this pale cold frame.
Undone and maybe unwise,
will I ever be the same?
So, I pull you in
and you push me out
and I taste the warmth
inside your mouth
and then we are one
in death and in life,
a moment so still
so still and so quiet.
Feel my body rising slowly
emptied of the air that holds me,
drowning in the flesh and blood,
a spirit where my shadow stood.
You breathe the life.
You breathe the life.
You breathe the life.
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7. |
Noise on the Air
05:53
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Shadow on shadow, it whispers its name
and I strain to hear the sound
of soft falling snow on November’s swampy ground.
Leading me on through the early gloaming hours,
promising more than tomorrow.
I listen to half-hidden truths as twilight unfolds.
It unfolds.
It’s the noise on the air
the wide open leap,
the dawn of the night,
that keeps me from sleep
The rush of the wave,
the push of the beat,
the quickening pulse,
that pulls me in deep.
Pulls me in deep.
Maybe the dimming removes the noon’s distractions
focusing on the unseen:
one single rose in a field of black velvet dream.
Down comes the curtain and up swells the chorus,
silence and stillness invade.
Taunted with glimpses of truth, I open my soul.
Oh, my soul.
It’s the noise on the air
the wide open leap,
the dawn of the night,
that keeps me from sleep
The rush of the wave,
the push of the beat,
the quickening pulse,
that pulls me in deep.
Pulls me in deep.
No matter how faithfully I heed the calling,
I can hear noise on the air.
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8. |
Time Won't Tell
04:18
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Dive,
dive into the pool.
Could be warm or cool.
Never know if you don’t take the plunge.
This,
this is everything.
Why keep wondering
if tomorrow brings the change you need?
Time won’t tell,
time won’t tell you how you feel.
If you don’t,
if you don’t know now.
While you’re living your future history,
just stop trying to work it out.
‘Cause time won’t tell,
time won’t tell you how.
Give,
give it all you got.
Could be, could be not.
All you have is now before it’s gone.
Take,
take it out of time.
All you leave behind
is the fear tomorrow may not come.
Time won’t tell,
time won’t tell you how you feel.
If you don’t,
if you don’t know now.
While you’re living your future history,
just stop trying to work it out.
‘Cause time won’t tell,
time won’t tell you how.
Dive into your everyday, this is all you got
Take it out of time, because you don’t have a lot
One day late a dollar short or Johnny-on-the-spot
You got your shot, you take your chance, you don’t have time to stop.
Time won’t tell,
time won’t tell you how you feel.
If you don’t,
if you don’t know now.
While you’re living your future history,
just stop trying to work it out.
‘Cause time won’t tell,
time won’t tell you how.
Time won’t tell,
time won’t tell you how you feel.
If you don’t,
if you don’t know now.
While you’re living your future history,
just stop trying to work it out.
‘Cause time won’t tell,
time won’t tell you how.
Just stop trying to work it out.
‘Cause time won’t tell,
time won’t tell you how.
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Earthbound,
keep feeling my
soul spiraling down.
High altitude, no parachute, no escaping now.
Deep breath,
just fall away
just let it subside
When it’s too much, feeling the crushtime to step outside.
How can I explain
this strange beautiful feeling?
Feet on the ground, world is spinning round.
Stare up at the sky,
the universe rushing by,
feeling so small, but feeling so
alive.
Nothing can restrain it
moving all the time
Might as well lay back and watch the show.
It’s uncomplicated
A simple paradigm
objects all in motion on the go.
How can I explain
this strange beautiful feeling?
Feet on the ground, world is spinning round.
Stare up at the sky,
the universe rushing by,
feeling so small, but feeling so
alive.
Freefall,
no stopping the
big bounce at the end.
Then, suddenly, land on my feet
and all is safe and sound
How can I explain
this strange beautiful feeling?
Feet on the ground, world is spinning round.
Stare up at the sky,
the universe rushing by,
feeling so small, but feeling so
alive.
How can I explain
this strange beautiful feeling?
Feet on the ground, world is spinning round.
Stare up at the sky,
the universe rushing by,
feeling so small, but feeling so
alive.
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10. |
Makes Me Smile
04:08
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11. |
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Who’s this face I don’t recall?
Looking well, but so much older.
Maybe the years have not been kind,
still got that twinkle in your eye
you still glow….
(Are you) happy with your happiness?
Stressful making your life stress-less?
Did all your big dreams come to be
one miniature catastrophe?
You don’t know...
Lucky to still have anything you’ve been given.
Day by day your feeling it slip away.
Offer up the best life you’ve been livin’
and sometimes that’s exactly what it takes.
Feel the need to torture your best intentions.
Second guessing damages in the dark.
Wake to tell the morning’s dim reflection:
“I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.”
“I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.”
There’s a shadow in your eyes.
Fading picture in the distance
Sometimes you like to stop and stare.
How did you get to here from there?
You don’t know…
There’s a feeling from behind,
a reflection playing tricks or
all of the hope there from the start,
all of that passion in your heart,
it still glows…
Lucky to still have anything you’ve been given.
Day by day your feeling it slip away.
Offer up the best life you’ve been livin’
and sometimes that’s exactly what it takes.
Feel the need to torture your best intentions.
Second guessing damages in the dark.
Wake to tell the morning’s dim reflection:
“I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.”
“I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.”
Lucky to still have anything I’ve been given.
Day by day I’m feeling it slip away.
Offer up the best life I’ve been livin’
and sometimes that’s exactly what it takes.
Feel the need to torture my best intentions.
Second guessing damages in the dark.
Wake to tell the morning’s dim reflection:
“I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.”
“I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.”
“I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.”
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12. |
Brown Eyed Girl
05:26
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Hey, where did we go
days when the rains came ?
Down in the hollow
playing a new game,
running and a-laughing, hey, hey,
skipping and a-jumping
In the misty morning fog with
oh our hearts a-thumping
and you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.
Whatever happened?
Tuesday was so slow.
Runnin' down the old mine with a
transistor radio.
Standing in the sunlight laughing.
Hiding behind a rainbow wall.
Slipping and a-sliding
all along the waterfall
with you, my brown-eyed girl.
You, my brown-eyed girl.
Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah
La tee dah.
So hard to find my way,
now that I'm on my own.
I saw you just the other day.
My, my oh oh how you have grown.
Cast my memory back there a lot.
Sometimes, I'm overcome thinking about
making love in the green grass
behind the stadium
with you, my brown-eyed girl.
You, my brown-eyed girl.
Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah
La tee dah.
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Jeff DeHerdt Group Indianapolis, Indiana
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