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Life is an epic.
Just give me straight from the heart, tell me we can make another start,
you know I never go as long as I know...
And she said losing love is like a window in your heart.
Everybody sees you're blown apart. Everybody sees the wind blow...
Life is beautiful.
Willie Deadwilder
Again, feel good to be inspired and inspiring 'a moment of inspiration'
What you gonna do when you become a main source of the pain
Just because they can't feel too, it doesn't mean that you have to forget...
Don't worry baby. Everything will turn out alright.
And if you knew how much I loved you, nothing could go wrong with you.
You've Got To Hide Your Love Away.
I Should Have Know Better.
So wonderful to be inspired and inspiring!
Crying, Waiting, Hoping
Alone Again (Naturally)
I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books and my poetry to protect me.
And a rock feels no pain; and an island never cries.
El Cóndor Pasa
Time it was, and what a time it was, it was.
A time of innocence. A time of confidences.
Long ago, it must be...
To know her is to love her
When will I ever to find a way to speak my heart to someone
who knows what it is to be alone.
Leaving me to spend my lonely nights with dreams of yesterday.
Summer kisses, Winder tears.
That was what he gave to me. Never thought that I'd travel all alone.
The trail of memories.
No time is a good time for goodbyes.
I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over.
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.
Now I've had the time of my life. No I never felt like this before.
Yes I swear it's the truth and I owe it all to you.
Million stories and feelings that I wanna share with you,
but have to keep and let them drown deep within me...
Please forgive yourself and live.
The dream is the same. I'm alone on a moving train.
Wake up here and I can't complain, and
there's the first mistake I tried not to make.
Sorry for things I've done, for words I've said.
I know you stay for your love one, whom I love, too.
Sound so abstract, but it's true.
If it's a broken part, replace it. If it's broken arm then brace it.
But if it's a broken heart then face it.
Eight Days a Week! (July 17)
Put a record on and sing along with you. That's okay cuz in a way I'm free.
And you don't have to sympathize. I'll try and dry my eyes.
Hey jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better.
Overwhelming by constant sorrow.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise.
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