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SONGS & DREAMS |
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The sun won't shine At 5 a.m. 'Cause of the bi-partisan attempt To find out who I am. An unholy man may become a Holy ghost, But change Is just the beauty of it all! I did some soul searching, But I couldn't find one. (I thought I'd dig up a little history.) And I've sent out so many pleas. But who can help me? Who can help me? Though the lights were off And no one was home, There was still some fool Pounding on my door! I hid in a corner Dark and alone, Afraid to hear stories Of great love! That eloquent clock Hanging on my wall Just serves to show me I've got no time at all. My sight was fading--I was losing hope, But who really needs it? Who really does? Don't Let them catch you smiling Babe! No! Don't you ever let them! No! Not even For a second, babe! No! Don't you let them ... Then that casual man Came sauntering in. I'll never forget That lonely face of his. And in my mind I could Relate to him; He had no one to love And no will to live. Though he gave no sign, He confused the facts, Yet he told no lies! How he hid his grief! I felt so sad For "Mr. Jive." Mr. Jive, don't lay that trip on me! You'll get by--Yes! Yes, indeed! Mr. Jive, just forget your grief. You'll be fine--Fine! Yes, indeed! Oh, Mr. Jive, We'll all be fine! We'll survive--yes we will! We'll survive--Yes! Yes, indeed! |
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