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Hangin' around, nothin' to do but frown,
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
 
Just a man with his will to survive. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight.
 
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong
And you'll be sorry someday
 
'Cause there'll be no sunlight, If I lose you, baby
There'll be no clear skies, If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds, My eyes will do the same
if you walk away, Everyday it will rain
 
I had some dreams there were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee, and yooou're sooo vaiiin...
 
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup, and take that highway in the sky
 
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup, and take that highway in the sky

Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin' down highway 41

Lord I was born a ramblin' man....
 
Life is a highway, I want to ride it allll night long.

I don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore this is my life
Go ahead with your own life leave me alone
 
Pretty woman, walkin down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
 
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
...

In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon


The Killing Moon ~ Echo and the Bunnymen
 
Then when he's found who he's looking for,
Listen in awe and you'll hear him
Bark at the moon.
 
If I don't find my destiny soon
I'd die in your arms under the cherry moon
 
Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new
While my yearning heart keeps saying you're not mine
 
These arms of mine, they are yearning
Yearning from wanting you
 
Crazy arms, that long to hold somebody new
But my yearning heart keeps saying you're not mine../
 
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
 
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