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Everyone is trying to do something that hasn't been done and that's a really good thing. You can only do so much with a story and some scripts don't give you the opportunities and other scripts do give you the opportunities to do things that haven't been done before.

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Heartbeat

[Sound Effect: Breathing and sigh]

Everytime i take a breathe
There's something i can't explain
How the vibes bid, hit in this vein
Each beat speaks to me
Synchronize with love
Be one, in the heartbeat

[Sound Effect: Dub Dub Dub (Heart beat) 3x]

Whispering me very clear....[whispering]
As loud as you can hear
J'adore..

[chorus]
Listen to My heart is beating love
The Art of heartbeats singing loud
The victory of vibes can't be slowing now
'Mi amor por ti parasiempre' our spanish vow...
Everyone bold ' Te queiro' raise to atmosphere
Just catch the beats march on the dance-floor
Need catch my breathe need some air...

To breathe...
The beats..
And love..
As One..

In my body waves keep pulsating out
From my heart it striking beating hard
Pulses controlling with dubbing love
Need some air, don't have enough
The sound quiet bit rough
Can't defeat the beat, cant rid or stop it

[Chorus]
Listen to My heart is beating love
Pumping heart strongly bursting it loud
That's alright, let's make tonight sound warmer
The feeling just going deeper louder heavier...
'Un amour pour toi' our french love tour
Twist the waist move it on the victory floor
Voice of Vibration free fill in the air...
I just want to breathe

Our breathes...
Pace beats..
With love..
Be One..

L.O.V.E., pulsating center ALL of US
Wrapped in the chest, United in the heartbeats
Staring each other eyes PEACE shining out
Running my vein, pulses speak it out
'Habeebi, Ahubkum Jami'a',
I burst it out tonight
Only tell it loud and i cant hide
Faster, pounding and haunting

Stand for love tonight, pace won't stop
Don't you listen the beats from me?
Nation of love, vibration to get free..
Kill the love, then the heartbeat stop

Be United as one
Breathe.Beat.Love.Free.Us

[Sound Effect: Heartbeat sound-echoes fade out]

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Theme: Love for all, universal love: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : You North or south, west or east we speak one language love...The best French...j'adore, tequeiro my spanish friends, and you my habeebi and all words to be love..be united, Indian, chinese, arab, white, black, whatever you are, remember peace is love...say it loud and it united in by heart :)

Breathe, send oxygen for life....and heartbeat make us alive
Heartbeat=love and beat
Beat=Passion
Love=peace
.: heart beat=love with peace, passion in beats
Heart beat

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The Lotos-eaters

"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,
"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon."
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.
All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Full-faced above the valley stood the moon;
And like a downward smoke, the slender stream
Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.

A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke,
Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go;
And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke,
Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
They saw the gleaming river seaward flow
From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops,
Three silent pinnacles of aged snow,
Stood sunset-flush'd: and, dew'd with showery drops,
Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse.

The charmed sunset linger'd low adown
In the red West: thro' mountain clefts the dale
Was seen far inland, and the yellow down
Border'd with palm, and many a winding vale
And meadow, set with slender galingale;
A land where all things always seem'd the same!
And round about the keel with faces pale,
Dark faces pale against that rosy flame,
The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.

Branches they bore of that enchanted stem,
Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave
To each, but whoso did receive of them,
And taste, to him the gushing of the wave
Far far away did seem to mourn and rave
On alien shores; and if his fellow spake,
His voice was thin, as voices from the grave;
And deep-asleep he seem'd, yet all awake,
And music in his ears his beating heart did make.

They sat them down upon the yellow sand,
Between the sun and moon upon the shore;
And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland,
Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore
Most weary seem'd the sea, weary the oar,
Weary the wandering fields of barren foam.
Then some one said, "We will return no more";
And all at once they sang, "Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam."CHORIC SONGI

There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep,
And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep."II

Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness,
And utterly consumed with sharp distress,
While all things else have rest from weariness?
All things have rest: why should we toil alone,
We only toil, who are the first of things,
And make perpetual moan,
Still from one sorrow to another thrown:
Nor ever fold our wings,
And cease from wanderings,
Nor steep our brows in slumber's holy balm;
Nor harken what the inner spirit sings,
"There is no joy but calm!"
Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things?III

Lo! in the middle of the wood,
The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud
With winds upon the branch, and there
Grows green and broad, and takes no care,
Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon
Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow
Falls, and floats adown the air.
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light,
The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow,
Drops in a silent autumn night.
All its allotted length of days
The flower ripens in its place,
Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,
Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.IV

Hateful is the dark-blue sky,
Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea.
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?
Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,
And in a little while our lips are dumb.
Let us alone. What is it that will last?
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
Let us alone. What pleasure can we have
To war with evil? Is there any peace
In ever climbing up the climbing wave?
All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave
In silence; ripen, fall and cease:
Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.V

How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream,
With half-shut eyes ever to seem
Falling asleep in a half-dream!
To dream and dream, like yonder amber light,
Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height;
To hear each other's whisper'd speech;
Eating the Lotos day by day,
To watch the crisping ripples on the beach,
And tender curving lines of creamy spray;
To lend our hearts and spirits wholly
To the influence of mild-minded melancholy;
To muse and brood and live again in memory,
With those old faces of our infancy
Heap'd over with a mound of grass,
Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass!VI


Dear is the memory of our wedded lives,
And dear the last embraces of our wives
And their warm tears: but all hath suffer'd change:
For surely now our household hearths are cold,
Our sons inherit us: our looks are strange:
And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy.
Or else the island princes over-bold
Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings
Before them of the ten years' war in Troy,
And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.
Is there confusion in the little isle?
Let what is broken so remain.
The Gods are hard to reconcile:
'Tis hard to settle order once again.
There is confusion worse than death,
Trouble on trouble, pain on pain,
Long labour unto aged breath,
Sore task to hearts worn out by many wars
And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars.VII


But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly,
How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly)
With half-dropt eyelid still,
Beneath a heaven dark and holy,
To watch the long bright river drawing slowly
His waters from the purple hill--
To hear the dewy echoes calling
From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine--
To watch the emerald-colour'd water falling
Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine!
Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine,
Only to hear were sweet, stretch'd out beneath the pine.VIII


The Lotos blooms below the barren peak:
The Lotos blows by every winding creek:
All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone:
Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone
Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.
We have had enough of action, and of motion we,
Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free,
Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea.
Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind,
In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined
On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd
Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd
Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world:
Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands,
Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands,
Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands.
But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song
Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong,
Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong;
Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil,
Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil,
Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil;
Till they perish and they suffer--some, 'tis whisper'd--down in hell
Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell,
Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel.
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;
O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meikle (University ofToronto Library)Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)

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Something That I Have Always Kept Away From You

i keep this love. It will be a secret.
there is no use for you to know it.
it is there. and will always be there.
this smile, this hug, this kiss, do they
not speak enough? and the years?
and the time melting like a candle
thriving on its own light. is this not
enough for you? you cry. i am asking
for reasons, you say there are not
reasons, these are just tears, and i
wonder: what have i done to deserve
this kind of darkness, the enigma, the
mystery of your silence. i move. i stop.
i look back. there is something that
grows, like cancer, there is this death
what for? do you have to know every
inch of my soul? let us stop this guessing
game. i am tired. let us sleep. there is
no use talking. the stars are gone.
and the moon. i am hearing the silent
whispers of darkness. we are alone.

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Something That You Said

Everything in a moment starting where
Something you said is hanging in the air
Now I know my life is sweetening
Changing everything
Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Running through my head
Something I have dreamed about
And I feel so real
And it feels so right...
Showing you every weakness
And feeling strong for it
I used to run from real love
Now I long for it
Now I know what Ive been missing
Since Ive been listening
Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Lying in my bed
Whispering your name out loud
And I feel so real
And it feels so right
Something that you said
Got through to me tonight
Never so far you cant call me back
Im never more than a single kiss away
And I feel so real
And it feels so right
Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Running through my head
Something I had dreamed about
And I feel so real
And it feels so right
Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Lying in my bed
Whispering your name out loud
And I feel so real
And it feels so right
Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Running through my head
Something I had dreamed about
And it feels so real
And it feels so right
Something that you said

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Something That We Do

I remember well the day we wed
I can see that picture in my head
I still believe the words we said
Forever will ring true
Love is certain, love is kind
Love is yours and love is mine
But it isnt something that we find
Its something that we do
Its holding tight, lettin go
Its flying high and laying low
Let your strongest feelings show
And your weakness, too
Its a little and a lot to ask
An endless and a welcome task
Love isnt something that we have
Its something that we do
We help to make each other all that we can be
Though we can find our strength and inspiration independently
The way we work together is what sets our love apart
So closely that you cant tell where I end and where you start
It gives me heart remembering how
We started with a simple vow
Theres so much to look back on now
Still it feels brand-new
Were on a road that has no end
And each day we begin again
Loves not just something that were in
Its something that we do
We help to make each other all that we can be
Though we can find our strength and inspiration independently
The way we work together is what sets our love apart
So closely that you cant tell where I end and where you start
Love is wide, love is long
Love is deep and love is strong
Love is why I love this song
And I hope you love it too
I remember well the day we wed
I can see that picture in my head
Love isnt just those words we said
Its something that we do
Theres no request too big or small
We give ourselves, we give our all
Love isnt someplace that we fall
Its something that we do

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Love is something that you cannot remove (Catena Rondo)

Love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too
it is in everything that you say and do,
love is something that you cannot remove

quite suddenly you know, she knows it too,
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
that to you both is suddenly happening
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too,

it is the very quaintest kind of thing
when sense and sensibility brings
to your actions, thoughts and your feelings wings
it is the very quaintest kind of thing

when sense and sensibility brings
a secret understanding that is true,
sincerity that encompass both of you
when sense and sensibility brings

a secret understanding that is true,
when a look carries a message to both
that goes much further than any oath
a secret understanding that is true,

when a look carries a message to both
when the body reacts to a single touch
when pre-comprehension says very much
when a look carries a message to both

when the body reacts to a single touch
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when mere company is full of much bliss
when the body reacts to a single touch,

when life seems so much greater than it is,
when a bond develops around the divine,
selfless you loose the own me and mine
when life seems so much greater than it is,

when a bond develops around the divine
where although separate, you become one,
without each other hardly want to live on
when a bond develops around the divine

where although separate, you become one;
love is something that you cannot remove,
to each other you do not have to prove
where although separate, you become one,

love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too
it is in everything that you say and do,
love is something that you cannot remove.

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Patrick White

All The Good Reasons That Get In The Way Of Writing

All the good reasons that get in the way of writing,
baby needs new shoes, and you're conscientious and diligent,
will kill you faster than the bad ones
that brought you to the edge of your mindstream in the first place
to dip your skull like the cup of the moon
in the wellsprings of your own imagination
instead of always sipping spit from other men's mouths.

I'm not saying don't do what you must do
to be a decent human being, or as close as you can get,
but when you're creatively underwhelmed
by the rising Rockies of Circumstance
losing their footing like an avalanche of cornerstones
coming down on you like a barrage of asteroids,
you better find a mountain gear deep within yourself
to power you out of the way of your own collapsing mindscape.

Don't come to a reasonable truce with the ashen exigencies
of the underwhelming reality love married you to,
or pontificate like a hollow urn on the tragic absence
of even so much as an echo of yourself to make a comeback
or tell me you squandered it all like apple bloom
when everything I've read of what you haven't written
smells like smoke from a distant pyre on the wind.

Remember the fire. Even if you have to burn underground
through the occult roots of the cedars, or bury yourself
powdered in red ochre under the hearthstones
of your prophetic forebears erasing your picture-music
from the cave walls like graffiti under a bridge
between this world as it never is when you look too closely,
and the one that's working on you like spiritual water on limestone.
Remember the fire. Remember the discipline
of disobedience that tempted you to steal it in the first place
like a Spartan boy with a hot fox, as it
eats you from the outside in without you saying a word
lest you get caught ratting your deepest secret out in agony.
Or regenerative Prometheus chained to a rock like a salamander
born in the fire of his own afterbirth. Know this.
Lightning doesn't strike the roosters of fire
that crow like weathervanes pinned
like a medal from an old campaign to the axis of the wind
as if the dawn were some kind of triumph over the night.

Cradle that fire in your hands like a bird that's fallen to earth,
or a lamp of holy oil in a niche of unanswered longings,
a candle in a hurricane of boarded up windows,
the light of your own mind, casting shadows of time
like a sundial with a wilder imagination
than its usefulness might at first glance suggest.

Nor will it do to catch a falling star and put it in your pocket,
or pour gold down your throat like the Parthians did Crassus
and expect to shine like a lighthouse in a diamond mine
with the voice of an oracular canary in a cage.
You've got to live inexhaustibly
what you're going to write about first
if you want to burn down the Library of Alexandria
in a gamma ray burst of creative annihilation
because you can only master as much life
as you've surrendered to like a heretic at the stake
or a pine cone germinating the seeds of enlightenment
like a zen hermit in a forest fire. Don't take
all the beautiful green swords flaming like wild irises
whose beauty you fall upon like an honourable death
and abuse them like the palings of a gate or a fence around paradise.

Even if you've only got a firefly of talent
left in the caldera of an extinct volcano,
a spark in the firepit of a burnt out dragon,
a smouldering ember from last night's fire in the stove
on a cold morning when the windows are blazing with ice,
you must be crazy and wise enough oxymoronically
to be the benign tyrant of your own Golden Age
like Pericles of Athens, with a politically incorrect
lover for a muse you look upon like the Parthenon
as if she were a phase of the moon. Even if
you love the swaying silver of the wind
over the heavy-grained harvest breaking water
like a bell under a redundant blue moon,
don't shrink from threshing it if you want to
share it like bread with people as hungry as you are
to eat the heart of the king of the waxing year,
like Wodin made a sacrifice of himself to himself,
or life thrives on itself like a soccer team
that crashed landed on a mountaintop,
or the cosmic eggs of turtles feeds a manger of seagulls,
and the grass eats the grazer, and the grazer eats the grass.
Or if you're too sensitive to compassionately take life
in order to give it, sharpen the edge of your golden sickle
on the whetstone of the moon, and express your mercy
as Muhammad suggested, with a quick kill
you can hold love responsible for like a spiritual alibi
if you've got genius enough to heal it like a inspired liar.

You have to be part salmon. A battering ram
swimming upstream against the flow of circumstance
like the gate of a water castle you're besieging
to lay your blunted sword down in tribute
among the sacred pools of life that gave it to you
at the beginning of your song, like fire from their eyes
to wage a holy war of one on their behalf
you're doomed to lose like a conflict that progresses
from one defeat to the next against ever stronger adversaries,
angels in the way, shaitans obstructing the path for your own good,
who realize, too late, with every encounter,
you're growing stronger than the best reasons
could have anticipated strategically.

Be a good apple tree, lyrically seasoned and epically strong
as Lao Tzu and the Druid aptly described you
like the sacred syllable in the heartwood of the letter Q,
and express yourself completely without intending
the betterment of anything, though all do,
from wasps and birds to bears and humans
with the beauty of your blossoms, the wisdom of your leaves,
and the generosity of the sacrifice that laid you out
like a windfall of dice enshrining the eyes that can see
like seeds in the sibylline books of the apple
the risk they'll need to take tomorrow like a fire swallower
of the sun and the moon to keep their planets shining
from the inside out in the Goldilocks zone
of a light that's been sweetened immanentally
by a dangerously habitable life holding up
a lantern in the dark that disappointment, defeat and struggle
could no more put out than a volunteer fire brigade of waterclocks
for the best of reasons could put out the stars in an arsonist's heart.

Set the world afire like a flame that writes on the wind,
poppies flaring uncontrollably across your field of vision.
Burn like a two-eyed passion for everything
you can see and be on the earth that consumes you
in the equinoctial fires of your vernal immolations,
not a magnifying glass that intensifies the sun into
the capricious focus of an idle boy on a cruel afternoon
shepherding ants like prophetic semi-colons into a furnace.

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There Is Something That Is So Cool About You

There is something that is so cool about you
And that is your hair style

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Something' That Might Connect

I wish I was
Caught up in the shallowness
Of my own thought process.
That would make it much easier
To communicate and relate to you.
And you would find it even quicker
To access 'something' that might connect.

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Something That Flows Away

FINALLY you tell me
you like an empty house
something minimal
all white with no curves
just straight lines

your want is small now
something that makes us close
something that shrinks
to make an intimacy

you want a house just
for the two of us
i am thinking if these thoughts
are a little bit late

my dreams are different
i am thinking of a bird-house
i am thinking of grains
i am thinking of water

something that i can leave
something that i can give
something that flows away

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Something That Stays

I knew you would find something here for you.
I knew you enjoyed comfort.
And I like that too.
I knew you would enjoy
An atmosphere of peace.
I knew you would feel
Relaxed and at ease.
I knew you would find something here for you.
What we have discovered,
Only me and you knew...
The something that you wanted is me!
And all that you are
Is the something I've always wanted.
I knew you would find something here for you.
And I am hoping for us,
This is the something that stays!

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Going Crazy For Something That Does Not Last Forever

it is crazy
to think that something lasts forever
or someone
or love

it is too crazy for you
to think of me as a thing that lasts forever
or someone that you can always love

you go crazy
over something that you want to hold and cherish
forever

there is no such thing
perhaps such things as air
or of the spirit

of God and angels
i am not God neither am i an angel

when you hold me with such a grip
i begin to bleed
when you kiss me feel me
i am not forever
i am just this moment and then like a snap
of a finger

i am gone

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I Don't Give Up On You Babes

i don't give up
on you beautiful Babes,
you're sweet and
adorable
you fight for me
and i am so
flattered

i don't surrender Babes,
i am into this
intercourse
two bodies
pushing and pulling
for some
meaning
searching and
pointing to places
of the heart

i like this way of
knowing Babes
touching you when
i close my eyes
and kissing you
when i feel so
alone inside my
room

Don't leave me Babes,
Don't make things too obvious

Do they think that you are unhappy?
That i am as lonely as a tunnel
where birds stop a while
and peck on a seed
and then leave me empty again?

Well, Babes, when do we meet again
Inside our crazy dreams?

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Sing Something That's Happy

Do not sing me a song that will bring me to tears
That will make me nostalgic for the long gone years
My prime years of life I don't wish to recall
Sing something that's happy or nothing at all
Though few things in life ever does seem to last
The past has gone forever why sing of the past
To the father of time we are destined to bow
But I want to be happy and live in the now
In a decade from now I will be an old man
But I want to be happy for as long as I can
Sing something that's joyful and merry and light
I do want to laugh and be happy tonight
The sweet sound of laughter is a joyous thing
Do sing something that's happy if you wish to sing.

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Something That Is Offered and Exchanged

The best possible way to remain 'involved...
To have a clear and open dialogue wished,
With those one initially meets.
Is not to introduce those experiences,
One has lived through to accomplish.
Throughout one's life,
That has come to benefit.
An increased understanding.

If done too early in a conversation.
Those who came prepared,
To share and express themselves freely.
Will then begin to embellish their activities.
With uplifted chins and arrogant faces.
This can be observed in 'most' social places.

To appear not to know many things,
And.
Sometimes nothing at all,
Is the best avenue one should take.
To at least learn 'something',
That is offered and exchanged.

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The Musics No Good Without You

The musics no good without you
[chorus]
The musics no good without you, baby
The musics no good at all
The musics no good without you, baby
Come back to me
Chorus
Everyone was watching
You were the freakiest thing on the show
Dazzling in the crystal ball
They only love to watch you glow
You were the center of attention
The eye of the stone
Whirlwind from outer space
Like a twister on the scene
Chorus
Mesmerize them when we dance
cause you sparkle next to me
Whizzing along the razors edge
But you were crazy to be free
I, I agonize til you come back
And we dance that close again
I miss you, boy, I really do
Come back to me, come back to me
cause my world stop spinning
Nothing I can do
So I pray that the dj lifts my heart
Chorus

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Don't Give It To Me

Your life is full of misery
Well take something for it
Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me
You trapped me in this corner
You're breathing it over me
Next stop's the Royal Infirmary
The room's started spinning
I'm finding it hard to breath
I think I'll have to leave, I need some air
That little black cloud
That follows you everywhere's
Floating my way and it's raining despair
Now I'm not immune to misery myself
But it's just a bore in somebody else
If you weren't allowed to talk of yourself
You would have nothing to say
Your life if full of misery
Well take something for it
Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me
Your life is full of misery
Well take something for it
Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me
You trapped me in this corner
You're breathing it over me
Next stop's the Royal Infirmary
Now I'm not immune etc...

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Something That Ive Never Had

All these tears I cry
Dont you wonder why
Is it all a dream?
Never what it seems
Get under my skin
Should I let you in?
Dont you think its bad
To give me something that Ive never had
Every word I say
Everytime I pray
Look into my eyes
Distant voices cry
Is the light in me
Tell me what you see
You werent what I had
Cant get something that Ive never had
Cant get something that Ive never had
Should I think tomorrow?
Ohhhh
Should I live for just today?
Take the light that burns inside you
Let it burn away
Let it burn away
Let it burn away
Will I see the day?
Will I have to pay?
Whats inside of me?
You will never see
Wont you let me in?
Dont you let me see?
Do you think Im mad?
Cause I want something that Ive never had
Cause I want something that Ive never had
Give me something that Ive never had
Give me something that Ive never had

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I Can Only Give You Everything

I cant give you more than what Ive got
I cant expect to give what I have not
I-i-i can only give ya lovin till the sun goes down
And, until the leaves of summer turn to shades of brown
I try and I try
But baby, you know that i
Can only give you evrathing
I cant argue with you to a-understand
cause afterall, I am just a man
A you-ooo-ooo are on my mind
When stars appear and shadows fall
And, when evra little flower goes
And and no buds call
I try and I try
But baby, you know that i
Can only give you evrathing
(instrumental)
Ill do anything you want me to do
cause I dont want to know theres life without you
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
Dont ever go and leave me in this world alone
I-i-Id be like a child if I was on my own
I try and I try
But baby you know that i
Can only give you evrathing
Evrathing, baby
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
And evrathing
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Fades
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Whoa, ooh, ooh
Whoa, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Am I The Only Thing You've Done Wrong

You're the life of the party
You stand out in a crowd
When I think of all the things you've done
It always makes me proud
But tonight I'm feeling empty
It seems I'm always here alone
Am I the only thing you've done wrong

Am I the only one that you've forgotten on the way
To gain the world and lose our love
Is to high a price to pay
In your long line of successes
Tell me where do I belong
Am I the only thing you've done wrong

You got another big promotion
You're the best man on the crew
When you set your mind on something
There's nothing you can't do
This house you built is perfect
We're the envy of the town
But Lord it's lonley here when you're not around

Am I the only one that you've forgotten on the way
To gain the world and lose our love
Is to high a price to pay
In your long line of successes
Tell me where do I belong
Am I the only thing you've done wrong

Oh am I the only thing you've done wrong

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