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| I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am But they won't let my secret go untold I paid the debt I owed them,but they're still not satisfied Now I'm a branded man out un the cold When they let me out of prison,I held my head up high Determined I would rise above the shame But no matter where I'm living,the black mark follows me I'm branded with a number on my name Repeat verse 1 If I live to be a hundred,I guess I'll never clear my name 'Cause everybody knows I've been in jai No matter where I'm living,I've got to tell them where I've been Or they'll send me back to prison if I fail Repeat verse 1 Now I'm a branded man out un the cold |
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| Hinder lips of an angel Honey why are you calling me so late It's kinda hard to talk right now Honey why are you crying is everything okay I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud Well, my girl's in the next room Sometimes I wish she was you I guess we never really moved on It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words it makes me weak And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel It's funny that you're calling me tonight And yes I've dreamt of you too And does he know you're talking to me Will it start a fight No I don't think she has a clue Well my girl's in the next room Sometimes I wish she was you I guess we never really moved on It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those wordsa it makes me weak And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words it makes me weak And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel (And I never wanna say goodbye) But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel Honey why are you calling me so late |
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| Luther Vandross Dance with my father again Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around 'til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end How I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again When I and my mother would disagree To get my way, I would run from her to him He'd make me laugh just to comfort me, yea yea Then finally make me do just what my mama said Later that night when I was asleep He left a dollar under my sheet Never dreamed that he would be gone from me If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end 'Cause I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again Sometimes I'd listen outside her door And I'd hear how my mother cried for him I pray for her even more than me I pray for her even more than me I know I'm praying for much too much But could you send back the only man she loved I know you don't do it usually But dear Lord she's dying To dance with my father again Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream |
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| Nothing As It Seems - Pearl Jam Don't feel like home,.. he's a little out... And all these words elope,.. it's nothing like your poem... Putting in,.. inputting in,.. don't feel like methadone... Scratching voice.. all alone,.. it's nothing like your baritone It's nothing as it seems,.. the little that he needs,. it's home The little that he sees,.. is nothing. He concedes,.. it's home One uninvited chromosome,.. a blanket like the ozone. It's nothing as it seems, all that he needs,. it's home... The little that he frees,.. is nothing, he believes... Saving up a sunny day,.. something maybe two tone... Anything to call his own,.. a chip off the cornerstone... Who's kidding, rainy day,...one way ticket headstone... Occupations overthrown,.. a whisper thru a megaphone... It's nothing as it seems,... the little that he needs,... it's home The little that he sees, ..is nothing. He concedes,. it's home... And all that he frees,... a little bittersweet,.. it's home... It's nothing as it seems,.. the little that you see,.. it's home...
__________________ Just call me Rhonda, please dont sing, Help me Rhonda, I have heard it a million times! LOL |
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