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each morning I get up I die a little
can barely stand on my feet
take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord, what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
bu I just can't get no relief, Lord!
somebody, somebody
can anybody find me somebody to love?
I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
at the end I take home my hard earned pay
all on my own-
I get down on my knees
and I start to pray
till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord-somebody-somebody
can anybody find me-somebody to love
(he works hard)
everyday-I try and I try and I try-
but everybody wants to put me down,
they say I'm goin' crazy
they say I got a lot of water in my brain
got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
yeah-yeah yeah yeah
oh Lord
somebody-somebody
can any body find me somebody to love
got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I'm OK, I'm alright
ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
someday I'm gonna be free, Lord!
find me somebody to love
somebody, somebody
can anybody find me somebody to love?
(Freddie Mercury)
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so you want to be free
to live your life the way you wanna be
will you give if we cry
will we live or will we die
tainted hearts heal with time
shoot bad love so we can
stop the bleeding
solitary brother,
is there still a part of you that wants to live?
solitary sister,
is there still a part of you that wants to give?
solitary brother,
is there still a part of you that wants to live?
solitary sister,
is there still a part of you that wants to give?
if we try to live our lives
the way we wanna be
solitary brother,
is there still a part of you that wants to live?
solitary sister,
is there still a part of you that wants to give?
solitary brother,
is there still a part of you that wants to live?
solitary sister,
is there still a part of you that wants to give?
racism in future kins can only lead to no good
and besides, all our sons and daughters already
know how that feels
(Adam Tinley/Henry Samuel)
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it was the third of september
that day I'll always remember, yes I will
'cause that was the day that my daddy died
never had a chance to see him, no
never heard nothing but bad things about him
mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
mama just hung her head and said
chorus
"papa was a rollin' stone
wherever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died
all he left us was alone"
(repeat)
hey, mama, is it true what they say
that papa never worked aday in his life
some bad talk going around sayin'
papa had three outside children
and another wife
that ain't right
heard some talk about papa and his storefront
preachin'
talkin' about saving souls and all the time
leachin'
and dealing in dirt
stealin' in the name of the Lord
but mama she just said
chorus
say I heard my papa was a jack of all trades
is that what papa sent to an early grave?
folks say papa would beg, borrow or steal just
to pay his bills
hey, mama, folks say papa was never much in thinkin'
spent most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'
but mother, I'm depending on you
to tell me the truth
but my mama she just said
chorus (2x)
(Norman Whitfield/Barrett Strong)
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Duet with Lisa Stansfield
sometimes I get the feelin'
I was back in the old days-long ago
when we were kids, when we were young
things seemed so perfect-you know?
thedays were endless, we were crazy-we were young
the sun was always shinin'-we just lived for fun
sometimes ot seems like lately-I don't know
the rest of my life's been-just a show
those were the days of our lives
the bad things in life were so few
those days are all gone now but one thing is true-
when I look and find, I still love you
you can't turn back the clock,
you can't turn back the tide
ain't that a shame? (ain't that a shame?)
I'd like to go back one time on a roller coaster ride
when life was just a game
no use sitting and thinkin' on what you did
when you can lay back and enjoy it through your kids
sometimes it seems like lately I just don't know
better sit back and go-with the flow
'cause these are the days of our lives
they've flown in the swiftness of time
these days are all gone now but some things remain
when I look and I find-no change
those were the days of our lives
the bad things in life were so few
those days are all gone now but one thing is true-
when I look and find, I still love you
I still love you
I love you
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
still love you
(Queen)
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a desert road from Vegas to nowhere
someplace better than where you've been
a coffee machine that needs some fixin'
in a little cafe just around the bend
I am calling you
can't you hear me?
I am calling you
(2x)
a desert road from Vegas to nowhere
someplace better than where you've been
a coffee machine that needs some fixin'
in a little cafe just around the bend
a hot dry wind blows right through me
the baby's crying and I can't sleep
bu we both know a chage is coming
come in closer, sweet release
I am calling you
can't you hear me?
I am calling you
desert road from Vegas to nowhere
(Bob Telson)
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