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When I grow up I want a pony
I'm gonna ride her from dust til dawn
I'm gonna brush her mane
And feed her sugar cane
And keep her in safe from the storm
If I had a pony
I wonder could I be your girl
When I grow up I want a baby
I'm gonna name it after Ralph Stanley
And I sure won't mind if it cries all night
Just as long as it looks like me
If I had a baby
I wonder could I be your girl
Yodelay he yodeloh oh
You rock my world
Yodelay he yodeloh
When I grow up I wanna be your girl
When I grow up I want a cowboy
With dust all over his jeans
With a horse named Jack
And a ten-gallon hat
He is nice but looks so mean
If you were a cowboy
I wonder could I be your girl
When I grow up I'll be a lady
All my rings will be made of gold
I'll put flowers in my room
I'll wear perfume
I won't listen to rock n roll
If I was a lady
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If I was in a movie
I would hold my head up high
And if I was in a movie
I would never be this shy
I would shout out loud and be so proud
Of what I have to say
And if I was in a movie
I would never let you get away
If I was in a movie
I would stand the test of time
If I was in a movie
I would get away with crime
I would run so fast
And always last the distance of the day
And if I was in a movie
I would never let you get away
Chorus:
This is not Hollywood
There is no camera in my room
This is not Hollywood
The flowers grow before they bloom
Well you can hide away when you walk in dusky light of night
This is not Hollywood
This is my life
If I was in a movie
I would never be this sad
If I was in a movie
I would have more than I have
I would show the world I'm just a girl
Who has so much to say
And if I was in a movie
I would never have let you get away
Chorus:
This is not Hollywood
There is no camera in my room
This is not Hollywood
The flowers grow before they bloom
Well you can hide away when you walk in dusky light of night
This is not Hollywood
This is my life
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I'm a little bit stronger,
I'm a little bit wiser,
It's a little bit clearer in my mind.
I can shout a bit louder,
I can feel a bit prouder,
But nothing makes sense to me this time.
I'm a little bit older,
I'm a little bit surer,
I can fight a bit harder against the tide.
I can make it sound better,
Much better than sadder,
But nothing makes sense to me this time.
CHORUS:
I thought it was good, I thought it was fine,
I thought it was just a matter of time,
The sun would shine.
I held my breath, I covered my eyes,
Thought I was just clearing the skies,
The sun would shine.
I'm a little bit braver,
I'm a little bit wilder,
I can stand a bit closer to the light.
I can stand a bit taller,
Like I wouldn't fall over,
But nothing makes sense to me this time.
CHORUS:
I thought it was good, I thought it was fine,
I thought it was just a matter of time,
the sun would shine.
I held my breath, I covered my eyes,
Thought I was just clearing the skies,
The sun would shine.
Bridge:
If my collar fades to white
Should I hold my head up high
Instrumental
CHORUS:
I thought it was good, I thought it was fine,
I thought it was just a matter of time,
the sun would shine.
I held my breath, I covered my eyes,
Thought I was just clearing the skies,
The sun would shine.
I thought it was good, I thought it was fine,
I thought it was just a matter of time,
the sun would shine.
I held my breath, I covered my eyes,
Thought I was just clearing the skies,
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If I fall like rain
Will you still feel the same
Will you hold me and call out my name
If I'm lost in the crowd
Will you shout out loud
Will you take me to the other side of town
When that sun beats down
Will you stay
Will you turn around
And fly away
Like a bluebird tail wing
It sounds just like the angel singing
Am I ever gonna see you again
Bluebird with a brand new wing
If my heart turns blue
Will it still belong to you
Will you keep it just like him
If I lose my wing
Will I hear you sing
You will make my tears go away
When that sun beats down
Will you stay
Will you turn around
And fly away
Like a bluebird tail wing
It sounds just like the angel singing
Am I ever gonna see you again
Bluebird with a brand new wing
When that sun beats down
Will you stay
Will you turn around
And fly away
Like a bluebird tail wing
It sounds just like the angel singing
Am I ever gonna see you again
Bluebird with a brand new wing
Like a bluebird tail wing
It sounds just like the angel singing
Am I ever gonna see you again
Bluebird with a brand new wing
Bluebird with a brand new wing
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I used to make the fire
Now I'm running out of flame
The closer I get the more regrets
And I won't change everything
To have you back again
But I can't keep everything the same
They say it won't get harder
I'm gonna be OK
But it's just like me going against the break
And while I tie to your shoestrings
And I'm breaking from the strain
Those damn thongs hold on like chains
Yeah those damn things hold on like chains
Was I ever really more than ordinary
Did you ever see me like I saw you
Was I ever really more than ordinary
Did you ever need me like I need you now
I need you now
If I was a liar, I had a few more friends
The chances are my heart would never mend
Even know my conscience would go
Running back again
Doesn't really hurt to pretend
No, it doesn't really hurt to pretend
Was I ever really more than ordinary
Did you ever see me like I saw you
Was I ever really more than ordinary
Did you ever need me like I need you now
I need you now
I need you now
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Well I am a wayward angel
I don't suffer I don't cry
And late in the night your sleeping
I come to hover by your side
So close your weary weathered eyes
These tears are just a faint disguise
Cause I am a wayward angel
I don't suffer, I don't cry
Cold in the heart of winter
Make your shiver make you blue
I'm stay close by your window
Give your blankets to hold on to
So sleep my baby for a while
You'll wake with the light of a mothers smile
Cause I am a wayward angel
I don't suffer I don't cry
I am a wayward angel
I feel no sorrow
I'll always carry you home
I'll bring salvation
Before tomorrow
I'll be wherever you go
Break like a first time heartache
Leaves you weaker leaves you tears
Hold my hand much tighter
I will walk you through these years
So close your weary weathered eyes
You'll wake with the light of a mothers smile
Cause I am a wayward angel
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I'm just an old man
My hair is thinning
My head is spinning
I cry myself to sleep at night
And lordy lordy
Though no one hears me
I know you're near me
Will you always be my wife
And some days make me
Feel weak and shaky
Some fly right right by me
Like a paper aeroplane
And I hardly notice
That the world's gone crazy
But nothings clearer
Than the way your said my name
And I should've let go by now
Yeah I should've let go by now
But I kept your brownies
And your golden honey
And I smell your flowers
And I saved your money
And I hold your blanket
Close for hours
And I paint my heart blue
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Sometimes you walk like an angel
Sometimes you walk like a man
Sometimes you crawl like a baby
Makes me forget who I am
Have you ever been held before
Like honey to the bee
I've never been held before
Like you hold me
Chorus:
You make me feel like a river
Like a water overflow
Wanna shout it out from the Mountain
Wanna sing it on the radio
I'll sell my soul like a sinner
If it means you'll never go
I think the sun is finally rising
Its burning down because I miss you
I'm gonna walk right through the fires
Cos all I wanna do is kiss you
Rain falls, won't wash this away
I'll build a stonewall to make you stay
Chorus:
You make me feel like a river
Like a water overflow
Wanna shout it out from the Mountain
Wanna sing it on the radio
I'll sell my soul like a sinner
If it means you'll never go
Chorus:
You make me feel like a river
Like a water overflow
Wanna shout it out from the Mountain
Wanna sing it on the radio
I'll sell my soul like a sinner
If it means you'll never go
Never gooooooo
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Wouldn't you think that
I'd have it all figured out by now
That I'd know exactly what I'm dong
Wouldn't you think that I'd have a key
To open every melody and sing
Like it is all here at my feet
Wouldn't you think that
I'd have a life hanging on my wall
So I could prove that I'm alive
But these are just things I've been given
For a plastic way of living
And I'm not sure if that really is my style
The second hand it rolls on by
It never looks back to wait for mine
And if I fall any harder this time
If I dig any deeper Lord what will I find
Well you can buy my life on radio
And order me by mail
But not everything about me is for sale
No not everything about me is for sale
Wouldn't you think that
I'd have the strength to carry anything
And I could buy myself
A brand new set of hands
But sometimes like the others
I just ran away take cover
And I swear that no one really understands
The second hand that rolls on by
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In the year of 62 the land received a soul
A baby cried, a mother smiles,
A hero made of gold
A heart like a burning flame
Beats like an old steam train
Bound to an other by chain
Silver lining
As the boy because a man
The child inside remained
High on life with wide eyes open
A smile that could dry up the rain
A name that would now ring true
Like a sun on a sky of blue
The khaki legend grew
Ten feet tall
With heart in heard
You bridge horizons
You paint the wild
Mother nature rises
You walk alone
But I will follow you home
If the earth could mould
A man underneath the perfect sky
Like a diamond from the ground
An image of you would rise
Bearing a will of steel
Roll like an iron wheel
Teaching the world to feel
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Do you remember when I was a baby
Did I cry, did I cry
I only remember the days I was laughing
When you sang me sweet lullabies
When you sand me sweet bye and bye
Sometimes I wonder if you were an angel
Would you fly, would you fly
Or would you just hover right here by my side
Keeping me warm and dry
Keeping me safe by you side
Mother mother won't fall from grace
Light a room with the lines on your face
And if you were a river run dry
Well I'd sing you sweet bye and bye
All of the birds that land on my window
Sing your name, sing your name
When all of the time I am crying again
About how much the sky likes to rain
When I should be singing your name
And all of the flowers by the side of the road
They whisper your name while they grow
And if you were a river run dry
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Wrong way down a wrong way track
Cold run down the length of my back
Whip my heart with a mighty crack
You gave me the closest thing
To a heart attack
My body shivers my body it shakes
You rock the house with the
Love that you make
I'm growing weak with
This intangible ache
But baby keep it coming
For goodness sake
Wash me down with the dirty water
Open the door baby let me come in
If it's a crime to let you under my skin
Lock me up cause I'm as guilty as sin
You got no style you aint
Heart of romance
I'm like a food for even
Taking a chance
You got me flying
By the seat of my pants
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If I could learn how to fly
My feet would never though the ground
I'd never have to say goodbye
I wouldn't have to make a sound
I could give away this heart
Leave it in the lost and found
If I could fly high I'd never come down
If I could sail across the sea
I would head towards the sun
I would never have to be
Anything to anyone
I could chase your memory
And then I'd never have to run
If I could sail away I'd never come home
But I am still here
There's nowhere else to go
Yeah I am still here
There's no-one else to hold
And I can't fly I'm not that strong
Yeah I am still here
And you're still gone
If I could fall into your arms
Promise never to let go
Would you keep me safe from harm
And take me every where you go
We could throw away the past
And then you'd never have to know
If I could hold your heart
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I've been acting, high and mighty
It's just the liar here inside me
it's complicated but so sincere
I'm saturated from living in here
I never wanted anything but a record and a band
I never wanted anything I didn't understand
I should've known better
I should've broke free
I should've known better
There aint no guarantees
It shattered slowly
It's broken through
I should've known better
Than to let myself fall for you
I've been paying less attention
It's hard to have the best intention
It's complicated but so sincere
I'm saturated from living in here
I never wanted anything but a house to call a home
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