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Good to see you
Good to see you again
Good to see your face again
Good to see you
I'm the suitcase in your hallway
I'm the footsteps on your floor
When I'm looking down on you
I feel like
I know what my life is for
Good to see you
Good to see you again
Good to see your face again
Good to see you
I've been down the endless highway
I've passed on the solid line
Now at last I'm home to you
I feel like making up for lost time
Good to see you
Good to see you again
Good to see your face again
It's good to see you
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Workin' hard every day
Never notice how
the time slips away
People come, seasons go
We got something
that'll never grow old.
I don't care
if the sun don't shine
And the rain keeps pouring
down on me and mine
'Cause our kind of love
never seems to get old
It's better than silver and gold.
I used to have a treasure chest
Got so heavy that I had to rest
I let it slip away from me
Didn't need it anyway
so I let it slip away.
I don't care
if the sun don't shine
And the rain keeps pouring
down on me and mine
'Cause our kind of love
never seems to get old
It's better than silver and gold.
I don't care
if the sun don't shine
And the rain keeps pouring
down on me and mine
'Cause our kind of love
never seems to get old
It's better than silver and gold.
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My old dad went a walkin' one day,
Pushing tall weeds
right outta his way,
My old dad went a walkin' one day,
Hey now, hey now
Corduroy pants
and an old plaid shirt,
Daddy went a walkin'
just to feel the earth,
Got a little dirty
but that's all right,
Hey now, hey now
Old man crossin' the road,
You've got to let him go,
Old man crossin' the road,
He's feelin' fine
Daddy went a ridin' in his old car,
Took the dog with him
'cause it ain't too far,
Daddy went ridin' in his old car,
Hey now, hey now
Brown leather boots
and an old straw hat,
Daddy's getting wood
with the barnyard cat,
Got a little dirty
but that's all right,
Hey now, hey now
Old man crossin' the road,
You've got to let him go,
Old man crossin' the road,
He's feelin' fine
Mama's waiting
at the top of the hill,
They'll be laughing,
oh the stories they'll tell...
When he holds her
in his arms again,
They'll be sweethearts
with time on their hands
My old dad went a walkin' one day,
Pushing tall weeds
right outta his way,
My old dad went a walkin' one day,
Hey now, hey now
Corduroy pants
and an old plaid shirt,
Daddy went a walkin'
just to feel the earth,
Got a little dirty
but that's all right,
Hey now, hey now
Daddy went a ridin' in his old car,
Took the dog with him
'cause it ain't too far,
Daddy went ridin' in his old car,
Hey now, hey now
Brown leather boots
and an old straw hat,
Daddy's getting wood
with the barnyard cat,
Got a little dirty
but that's all right,
Hey now, hey now
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Used to play
in a rock 'n' roll band,
But they broke up.
We were young and we were wild,
It ate us up.
Now I'm not saying
who was right or wrong.
Looking out on a big green lawn,
Girls and boys
Playing in the afternoon sun,
Life's a joy
I heard an old song
playing on the radio.
Buffalo Springfield again.
I'd like to see those guys again,
And give it a shot.
Maybe now we can show the world,
What we've got.
But I'd just like to play
for the fun we had.
Buffalo Springfield again.
Buffalo Springfield again.
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In the canyons of the great divide
Familiar places
that we can run and hide
Are filled with strangers
Walking in our houses alone
In the great divide
Nothing to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
You won't fit in too well
On the horses of the carousel
She rides alone with you and me
She rides like she knows
Wherever she goes, we'll be there
On the carousel
Life is going well
Anyone can tell, we're in love
On the Carousel
You're gonna like the way you feel
You and I we got caught down there
In the twisted canyons
of the great divide
We walked the floor
Now we don't go there anymore
In the great divide
Nothing to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
You don't fit in too well
In the great divide
Nothing to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
You won't fit in too well
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In the land of the broken hearted
People looking
for the horseshoe man
They've been
picking up little pieces
They've been
putting them all in his hand
And the way the story started
Two lovers long ago
Took a vow to live with hearbreak
Took a chance,
but how could they know...
...love?
How could they know love?
Love,
How could they know love?
Horseshoe man's
been working his magic
Fixing heartbreak everywhere
He's the one we all can count on
When we're lost
and don't know where love is
He takes the pieces in his hands
And shakes 'em up
like he doesn't care
He says that there
will always be heartbreak
Because love is everywhere
Love, I don't know about love
Love, I don't know...
Love don't care
if you're wrong or right
Love don't know if
you're black or white
Love ain't looking
for perfection
Love's the answer,
love's the question
Love, I don't know about love
Love, I don't know
Love, I don't know about love
Love, I don't know about love
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When the red sun sets
on the railroad town,
And the bars begin to laugh
with a happy sound,
I'll still be here
right by your side,
There'll not be anyone
in my heart but you.
And the dreams that you're having,
they won't let you down,
If you just follow on
'cause you know
where you're bound,
The well will be flowing
and the words will come fast,
When the one who is coming
arrives here at last
On the grassy hills
of the railroad town,
Where we cut through the fences
and over the crown,
Where wind was blowing
right through your hair,
I dreamt that my Momma
and Daddy were there
And the dreams that you're having,
they won't let you down,
If you just follow on
'cause you know
where you're bound,
The well will be flowing
and the words will come fast,
When the one who is coming
arrives here at last
When the red sun sets
on the railroad town,
And bars begin to laugh
with the happy sound,
I'll still be here
right by your side,
There'll not be another
in my heart but you
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The flash of a distant camera
reconnecting
thoughts and actions,
Fragments of our missing dreams,
Pieces from here and there
fall in place along the line,
Disappearing between you and me.
Life is changing everywhere I go,
New things and old both disappear.
If life is a photograph,
Fading in the mirror....
All I want is a song of love,
Song of love to sing for you.
All I need is this song of love,
To sing for you.
On the floor where daylight dances
With the ones
that missed their chances,
When they couldn't let it show,
Lies the land of sweet surrender,
Like a dream
it might have ended there,
but we didn't even know.
Now forever we will live as one,
Floating in love's atmosphere.
If love is a piece of dust,
Shining in the sun...
All I want is a song of love,
Song of love to sing for you.
All I need is this song of love,
To sing for you.
Song of love...
Song of love...
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I got to bet
that your old man
Became fascinated
with his own plan
Turned you loose,
your mama too
There wasn't a thing
that you could do.
But I got faith in you,
It's a razor love
that cuts clean through.
I got faith in you,
It's a razor love
that cuts clean through.
You really made my day
With the little things you say
Looking through
the window at a silhouette
Trying to find something
I can't find yet
Imagination is my best friend
Got to look out for
the greedy hand, greedy hand
Make a living like a rolling stone
On the road
there's no place like home
Silhouettes on the window.
Who was it made
your eyes flicker like that
Tell me baby,
how'd you get the knack
You came to me with open arms
And I really
took you down the track
Now all I've got for you,
Is the kind of love
that cuts clean through.
All I got for you is razor love
It cuts clean through.
You really made my day
With the little things you say
Now I'm looking through
the window at a silhouette
Trying to find something
I can't find yet
Imagination is my best friend
Got to watch out for
the greedy hand, greedy hand
Make a living like a rolling stone
On the road
there's no place like home
Silhouettes on the window.
You really make my day
With the little things you say.
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Someone's hanging out,
We can't forget about.
Things that people do
when they're free.
Like visitors from space,
It's hard to find a place,
To blend in and go unrecognized.
I'm waiting for a sign,
I'm standing on the road,
My mind outstretched to you.
I'm picking something up,
I'm letting something go,
Like a dog I'm fetching
this for you.
Pictures in mind:
Rows of poppy fields,
Harmony entwined,
Changing gears that grind.
Pictures in my mind.
Pictures in my brain:
Electrical energy,
Fighting drugs with pain,
There's a war inside.
Pictures in my brain.
I'm looking for a job,
I don't know what I'm doing,
My software's
not compatible with you.
But this I can't deny,
I know that you can fly,
'Cause I'm here
on the ground without you.
Angel without wings,
Owner without things,
Sharpshooter
without rings around you.
The road we used to ride,
Together side by side
Has flowers pushing
through the dotted line.
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