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Oh at night when I sleep
Oh the dreams come to me
Make me believe that my life is not my own
And if life were like my dreams
All the things I would see
I'd be so much braver than I know
mmmmm
What it means to be a man
And to lead a woman from her home
And if love were indeed
All the things I believe
Then I guess I would never feel alone
mmmmm
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This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple thought to occupy my mind
This one goes out to the one I love
Fire
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop has occupied my mind
This one goes out to the one I love
Fire
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New York is lovely in the wintertime
All the sidewalks are white as snow
The buildings, all the people that pass me by
oh, the smile on his face says he's in love
I took the train all the way to Brooklyn Heights
I remember when you took it there with me
We sat side by side and held hands for some time
We saluted the statue of liberty
And I, I have much farther to go
Everything is new and so unpredictable
i should just kick my hands together and go home
But I'm not sure where that is anymore
Oh, how I wish I could go back in time
to the night when I heard my mother cry
She held me in her arms and we talked for some time
And I sang a song her mother sang to her
Something about paper dolls and what it meant before
Something about the cross and how her Jesus died for her
Somethign about love and how it was worth fighting for
I wonder does love like that exist anymore
And I, I have much farther to go
I'm so confused
I should just kick my hands together and go home
But I lost my way when I lost you
Sometimes I cry when it's late at night
And you're not there to lay next to me
Morning breaks and the sun warms my face
How I wish it was you warming me
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Tonight I'm like a paper doll
Dress me in what you wish I had on
And I will not say a thing
I will keep smiling
I'll just keep smiling
Here I am, wordless again
You dress me up different way
Flat and thin, speechless within
You dress me up different ways
I just can't be sure I'll ever change
And I do not like the clothes I wear
I'd sooner throw them into the air
But I will not say a thing
I will just keep smiling
Here I am, wordless again
You dress me up different way
Flat and thin, speechless within
You dress me up different ways
I just can't be sure I'll ever change
Why is it now
That you've cut me out
of everything i was used to now
it's not that I
stand here no choice
I will choose not to raise up my voice
Here I am, wordless again
Wordless again.
And I just can't be sure I'll ever change
Tonight i'm like a paper doll
Cut from the page that I once lived on
And I will not say a thing
I'll just keep smiling
I'll just keep smiling
I'll just keep smiling
I'll just keep smiling
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Oh, tie me to the end of a kite
So I can go and I can go on with my life
And every miracle that pass below be my guiding light
I just want to go away from here
Oh, tie me to the end of a kite
So I can go and I can go on with my life
And every time the wind blows stronger I will feel the spirit rise
I just want to go away from here
Oh, tie me ever tightly by your side
So I may go with you wherever you reside
And anytime the road looks dimmer I will be your guiding light
I just want to go away with you
I just want to go away with you
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For you they'll be no more crying
For you the sun will be shining
Cause I feel that when I'm with you
So right
I know it's right
To you I would give the world
To you I'll never be cold
Cause I feel that when I'm with you
So right
I know it's right
And the songbirds are singing like they know this chorus
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before
And I wish you all the love in the world
But most of all I wish it from myself
And the songbirds are singing like they know this chorus
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before
Like never before
Like never before
Like never before
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I wish I could take you with me
All the way to New York City
And we can get an apartment there
Be closer to our families
We can take my station wagon
Fill it to the brim
Wave goodbye to all our lovely friends
Never to return again
You could write for picture shows
And I could get a job
Waiting tables at a restaurant
Where famous people like to go
We could buy old over coats
And walk through the snow
All the way around Central Park
Our cheeks as pink as wild roses
We could take the subway home
And stare at our reflections
In the window panes of the trains
And see how much New York has changed us
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If I find him
If I just follow
Would he hold me and never let me go
Would he let me borrow his warm winter coat?
I don't know
I don't know
If I see her
Standing there alone
At the train station three stops from her home
I have half a mind to say what I'm thinking anyway
I don't know
I don't know
There's an airplane in the sky
With a banner right behind
Loneliness is just a crime
Look each other in the eye
And say hello
And say hello
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These friends of mine
Live their lives
Spend their time
Hoping to find
Who they are
How they're made
Thought maybe they'd
Help to find the way
These friends of mine
They have lives
They work hard
To live them right
And when they laugh
It makes me high
They'd take a train
10,000 miles before they'd fly
These friends of mine
They feel alone
When the shows are over
Don't know where to go
In Philadelphia
At Christmas time
They question love
Wonder why they try
And when the show is over
How I hope that they discover
The joy that they bring
And I hope they remember
This bond we have together
And how they love to sing
These friends of mine
Live in New York
They were raised in Michigan
They don't know things
They don't hold hands
Guard their hearts
The best they can
And when the show is over
How I hope that they discover
The joy that they bring
And I hope that they remember
This bond we have together
And how they love to sing
They sure love to sing
Maybe I needed this time
To be reminded for myself
Maybe I needed this time
To be reminded for myself
How I love to sing
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