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hot chocolate drinking chocolate
hot chocolate drinking chocolate
hot chocolate drinking chocolate
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can't say i don't love her
Still i can't pretend
That my heart is torn just knowing that i'm losing my bestfriend
If it's easier said and done
Then someone tell me why
Though i try,
I can't find the words to say goodbye
I could tell her that i'm sorry
Hope she'll understand
She will have to do with someone else
All that we have planned
I'd rather her hear the truth
Than hurt her with a lie
So i tried,
But i can't find the words to say goodbye
Now i know
I have to go
There's no other way
But goodbye is not what i can bring myself to say...
If i told her "see you later"
Then i might be wrong
'cause this voice inside is driving me
To find where i belong
I know i must leave her now but everytime i try,
Don't know why,
Ibut i can't find the words to say goodbye...
Don't know why,
I can't find the words to say goodbye....
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A Rainy Night In Paris
It's a rainy night in Paris,
And the harbour lights are low,
He must leave his love in Paris,
Before the winter snow;
On a lonely street in Paris,
He held her close to say,
"We'll meet again in Paris,
When there are flowers on the Champs-Elysées..."
"How long" she said "How long,
And will your love be strong,
When you're across the sea,
Will your heart remember me?..."
Then she gave him words to turn to,
When the winter nights were long,
"Nous serons encore amoureux,
Avec les couleurs de printemps..."
"And then" she said "And then,
Our love will grow again,"
Ah but in her eyes he sees,
Her words of love are only words to please...
And now the lights of Paris,
Grow dim and fade away,
And I know by the lights of Paris,
I will never see her again...
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WHO MENTIONED HOT CHOCOLATE! LOL
SO YOU WIN AGAIN - 02/07/1977
Just to admit one mistake
That can be hard to take
I know we've made them fall
But only fools come back for more
Being the fool I am
I figured in all your plans, darling
Your perfumed letters didn't say
That you'd be leaving any day
So you win again, you win again
Here I stand again, the loser
And just for fun you took my love and run
But love had just begun
I can't refuse her
But now I know that I'm the fool
Who won your love to lose it all
When you come back, you win again
And I'm not proud to say
I let love slip away
Now I'm the one who's crying
I'm a fool there's no denying
When will my heartache end
Will my whole life depend on fading memories
You took the game this time with ease
So you win again, you win again
Here I stand again, the loser
And just for fun you took my love and run
But love had just begun
I can't refuse her
But now I know that I'm the fool
Who won your love to lose it all
When you come back, you win again
When will my heartache end
Will my whole life depend on fading memories
You took the game this time with ease
So you win again, you win again
Here I stand again, the loser
And just for fun you took my love and run
But love had just begun
I can't refuse her
But now I know that I'm the fool
Who won your love to lose it all
When you come back, you win again
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When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho' your dreams
Be tossed and blown
Walk on..
Walk on..
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
Walk on..
Walk on..
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
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I want to know how does it feel
Behind those eyes of blue
You've made your mistakes
And now your heart aches
Behind those eyes of blue
People may say you've had your chance
And let it slip away
But hard as they try
There's a dream that won't die
Behind those eyes of blue
Maybe once in a while
There's a trace of a smile
Behind those eyes of blue
But it's painfully clear
There's a river of tears
Behind those eyes of blue
You know life is too short
For compromising
Take a hold of your dream
And realize it
You know there's nothing left
To stand in your way
Except yourself and I know
Though your hearts full of pain
That a hope still remains
Behind those eyes of blue
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If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well
And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will
If it be your will.
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Ann...my mum said "never trust a man with blue eyes"...she had reasons which I won't go,into except to say she loved him till she died, but this is a favourite song of hers
Artist: Nelson Willie
Song: Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain
In the twilight glow i see her
Blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again
Love is like a dying ember
And only memories remain
And through the ages i'll remember
Blue eyes crying in the rain.
Someday when we meet up yonder
We'll stroll hand in hand again
In the land that knows no parting
For blue eyes crying in the rain.
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Lol Rose she should have said never trust a Man !!
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yes, one of my favourites at the moment rose !
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rose we all have blue eyes in my family
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A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
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Ann! SHE DID SAY THAT!!!!! lol
but it is in my nature to trust (as it was hers ,despite her advice) and I too trusted the man with the blue eyes...but I
can't now regret it...
Stella...I love blue eyes! (mine are grey...green)
Rose xx
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Thanks Uzzi...one of my favourites!
xx
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i was always told
"blue eyes are true eyes "
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The stories of the street are mine
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping down
Through the night and the poison gas
I lean from mu window sill
In this old hotel I chose.
Yes, one hand on my suicide
And one hand on the rose.
I know you've heard it's over now
And war must surely come,
The cities they are broke in half
And the middle men are gone.
But let me ask you one more time
O children of the dust,
These hunters who are shrieking now
Do they speak for us?
And where do all these highways go
Now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still
That were coming home to me?
O lady with your legs so fine
O stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering
And your pleasures are the seal.
The age of lust is giving birth
But both the parents ask the nurse
To tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass
Now the infant with his cord
is hauled in like a kite
And one eye filled with blueprints
One eye filled with night
O come with me my little one
And we will find that farm
And grow us grass and apples there
To keep all the animals warm
And if by chance I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
O take me to the slaughter house
I will wait there with the lamb.
With one hand on a hexagram
And one hand on a girl
I balance on a wishing well
That all men call the world
We are so small between the stars
So large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds
I try to catch your eye.
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Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
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uzzi , love it
its on the same cd as mine "if it be your will" (leonard cohen)
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