<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15656779</id><updated>2011-11-29T16:39:43.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos33.flickr.com/38512589_1f3de25413_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15656779.post-1182793184452759555</id><published>2007-06-04T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:37:02.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT A DAY GOES BY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Stephen Sondheim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a day goes by,&lt;br /&gt;Not a single day.&lt;br /&gt;But you're somewhere a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like you'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by,&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking, "When does it end?&lt;br /&gt;Where 's the day I'll have started forgetting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just go on&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and sweating,&lt;br /&gt;And cursing and crying,&lt;br /&gt;And turning and reaching,&lt;br /&gt;And waking and dying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no,&lt;br /&gt;Not a day goes by,&lt;br /&gt;Not a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;But you're still somehow part of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's hell to pay.&lt;br /&gt;And until I die.&lt;br /&gt;I'll die &lt;br /&gt;Day after day after day&lt;br /&gt;After day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;And until I die...&lt;br /&gt;I'll die&lt;br /&gt;Day after day after day&lt;br /&gt;After day, after day,&lt;br /&gt;After day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the days go by...&lt;br /&gt;Till the days go by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15656779-1182793184452759555?l=lyrics2learn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/feeds/1182793184452759555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15656779&amp;postID=1182793184452759555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/1182793184452759555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/1182793184452759555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-day-goes-by.html' title='NOT A DAY GOES BY'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos33.flickr.com/38512589_1f3de25413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15656779.post-3627362510114735238</id><published>2007-06-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:30:20.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WASN’T MEANT TO HAPPEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;(Cut from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Follies&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Stephen Sondheim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No harm done,&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our little moment --&lt;br /&gt;No, don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry for me.&lt;br /&gt;I worry for you, dear.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll write.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candlewick was wet,&lt;br /&gt;The champagne was flat,&lt;br /&gt;The timing was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little regret&lt;br /&gt;And that’s that.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll both get along,”&lt;br /&gt;She said as she exited smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I mean it’s a shame&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And we’ve got to be strong,” she said&lt;br /&gt;As she called out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it would have been fun…&lt;br /&gt;But its over and done…&lt;br /&gt;Now I really must run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know,&lt;br /&gt;Unfair.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t meant to happen…&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;It seems…&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams…&lt;br /&gt;Good try.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15656779-3627362510114735238?l=lyrics2learn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/feeds/3627362510114735238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15656779&amp;postID=3627362510114735238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/3627362510114735238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/3627362510114735238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-wasnt-meant-to-happen.html' title='IT WASN’T MEANT TO HAPPEN'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos33.flickr.com/38512589_1f3de25413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15656779.post-112788838793837774</id><published>2005-09-27T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:19:47.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE HEALS</title><content type='html'>~Jonathan Larson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a breath of midnight air&lt;br /&gt;Like a lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;Like a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Like a flicker and the flare the sky reveals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a walk along the shore&lt;br /&gt;That you've walked a thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;Like the oceans roar&lt;br /&gt;Love heals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who shield their hearts&lt;br /&gt;Those who quit before they start&lt;br /&gt;Who've frozen up the part of them that feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark they've lost their sight&lt;br /&gt;Like a ship without a star in the night&lt;br /&gt;But hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Love heals&lt;br /&gt;Love heals&lt;br /&gt;Love heals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love heals when pain's too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;When you reach out your hand&lt;br /&gt;And only the wind is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life's unfair&lt;br /&gt;When things like us are not to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love heals when you feel so small&lt;br /&gt;Like a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look out at the sea&lt;br /&gt;That's where love will be&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you fear the storm ahead&lt;br /&gt;As you lie awake in bed&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one, no one to stroke your head&lt;br /&gt;And your mind reels, you mind&lt;br /&gt;Your mind reels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your face is salty wet&lt;br /&gt;If you're drowning in regret&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget&lt;br /&gt;Love heals&lt;br /&gt;Love heals...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15656779-112788838793837774?l=lyrics2learn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/feeds/112788838793837774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15656779&amp;postID=112788838793837774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/112788838793837774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/112788838793837774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-heals.html' title='LOVE HEALS'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos33.flickr.com/38512589_1f3de25413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15656779.post-112720366419810354</id><published>2005-09-20T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:08:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE THEM HEAR YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Ahrens/Flaherty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and tell our story.&lt;br /&gt;Let it echo far and wide.&lt;br /&gt;Make them hear you,&lt;br /&gt;Make them hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How justice was our battle and how justice was denied.&lt;br /&gt;Make them hear you, Make them hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And say to those who blame us for the way we chose to fight,&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes there are battles that are more than black or white.&lt;br /&gt;And I could not put down my sword when justice was my right.&lt;br /&gt;Make them hear you, make them hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out  and tell our stories to your daughters and your sons.&lt;br /&gt;Make them hear you, make them hear you.&lt;br /&gt;And tell them in our struggle, we were not the only ones.&lt;br /&gt;Make them hear you, make them hear you.&lt;br /&gt;Your sword can be a sermon&lt;br /&gt;Or the power of the pen.&lt;br /&gt;Teach every child to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;And them my brothers then...&lt;br /&gt;Will justice be demanded by ten million righteous men?&lt;br /&gt;Make them hear you.&lt;br /&gt;When they hear you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be near you...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15656779-112720366419810354?l=lyrics2learn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/2005/09/make-them-hear-you.html' title='MAKE THEM HEAR YOU'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/feeds/112720366419810354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15656779&amp;postID=112720366419810354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/112720366419810354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/112720366419810354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/2005/09/make-them-hear-you.html' title='MAKE THEM HEAR YOU'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos33.flickr.com/38512589_1f3de25413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15656779.post-112694534695785460</id><published>2005-09-17T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:05:48.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE ARE NO WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Evans/Greenberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, me, us amazing&lt;br /&gt;There are no words&lt;br /&gt;No words, paraphrasing&lt;br /&gt;There are no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes, my dreams, my heart&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, me, no pretending&lt;br /&gt;There are no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lives, slowly blending&lt;br /&gt;There are no words.&lt;br /&gt;My world, my one, my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deepest joy I have known.&lt;br /&gt;You, me us...amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15656779-112694534695785460?l=lyrics2learn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/feeds/112694534695785460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15656779&amp;postID=112694534695785460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/112694534695785460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/112694534695785460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-are-no-words.html' title='THERE ARE NO WORDS'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos33.flickr.com/38512589_1f3de25413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15656779.post-112631478424218484</id><published>2005-09-09T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T18:13:04.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MILLER'S SON</title><content type='html'>~Stephen Sondheim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall marry the miller's son&lt;br /&gt;Pin my hat on a nice piece of property&lt;br /&gt;Friday nights, for a bit of fun&lt;br /&gt;We'll go dancing&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wink and a wiggle&lt;br /&gt;And a diggle in the grass&lt;br /&gt;And I'll trip the light fandango&lt;br /&gt;A pinch and a diddle&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of what passes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very short road&lt;br /&gt;From the pinch and the punch&lt;br /&gt;To the paunch and the pouch and the pension&lt;br /&gt;It's a very short road&lt;br /&gt;To the ten thousandth lunch&lt;br /&gt;And the belch and the grouch and the sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;There are mouths to be kissed&lt;br /&gt;Before mouths to be fed&lt;br /&gt;And a lot in between&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I shall marry the business man&lt;br /&gt;Five fat babies and lots of security&lt;br /&gt;Friday nights, if we think we can&lt;br /&gt;We'll go dancing&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a push and a fumble&lt;br /&gt;And a tumble in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;And I'll foot the highland fancy&lt;br /&gt;A dip in the better&lt;br /&gt;And a flutter with what meets my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very short fetch&lt;br /&gt;From the push and the whoop&lt;br /&gt;To the squint and the stoop and the mumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much of a stretch&lt;br /&gt;To the cribs and the croup&lt;br /&gt;And the bosoms that droop and go dry&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are mouths to be kissed&lt;br /&gt;Before mouths to be fed&lt;br /&gt;And there's many a tryst&lt;br /&gt;And there's many a bed&lt;br /&gt;To be sampled and seen&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;And a girl has to celebrate what passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales&lt;br /&gt;Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals&lt;br /&gt;Friday nights with him all in tails&lt;br /&gt;We'll have dancing&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rip in the bustle&lt;br /&gt;And a rustle in the hay&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pitch the quick fantastic&lt;br /&gt;With flings of confetti&lt;br /&gt;And my petticoats away up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very short way&lt;br /&gt;From the fling that's for fun&lt;br /&gt;To the thigh pressing under the table&lt;br /&gt;It's a very short day&lt;br /&gt;'Til you're stuck with just one&lt;br /&gt;Or it has to be done on the sly&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are mouths to be kissed&lt;br /&gt;Before mouths to be fed&lt;br /&gt;And there's many a tryst&lt;br /&gt;And there's many a bed&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot I'll have missed&lt;br /&gt;But I'll not have been dead when I die!&lt;br /&gt;And a person should celebrate everything&lt;br /&gt;Passing By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall marry the miller's son...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15656779-112631478424218484?l=lyrics2learn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/feeds/112631478424218484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15656779&amp;postID=112631478424218484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/112631478424218484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15656779/posts/default/112631478424218484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics2learn.blogspot.com/2005/09/millers-son.html' title='THE MILLER&apos;S SON'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos33.flickr.com/38512589_1f3de25413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15656779.post-112631055910775286</id><published>2005-09-09T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:33:21.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE CAN BE KIND</title><content type='html'>~David Friedman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things you can't control&lt;br /&gt;So many hurts that happen everyday&lt;br /&gt;So many heartaches that pierce the soul&lt;br /&gt;So much pain that won't ever go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we make it better?&lt;br /&gt;How do we make it through?&lt;br /&gt;What can we do when there's nothing we can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be kind&lt;br /&gt;We can take care of each other&lt;br /&gt;We can remember that deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;We all need the same thing&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we'll find&lt;br /&gt;If we are there for each other&lt;br /&gt;That together we'll weather whatever tomorrow may bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really wants to fight&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really wants to go to war&lt;br /&gt;If everyone wants to make things right&lt;br /&gt;Then what are we always fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does nobody want to see it?&lt;br /&gt;Does nobody understand?&lt;br /&gt;The power to heal is right here in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be kind&lt;br /&gt;We can take care of each other&lt;br /&gt;We can remember that deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;We all need the same thing&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we'll find&lt;br /&gt;If we are kind to each other&lt;br /&gt;That together we'll weather whatever tomorrow may bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not enough to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to sing a song&lt;br /&gt;We must walk the walk about it&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;Do or die&lt;br /&gt;We've got to try to get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be kind&lt;br /&gt;We can take care of each other&lt;br /&gt;We can remember that deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;We all need the same thing&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we'll find&lt;br /&gt;If we are kind to each other&lt;br /&gt;That together we'll weather whatever tomorrow may bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we'll find&lt;br /&gt;True peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;If we always remember&lt;br /&gt;We can be kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://photos33.flickr.com/38512589_1f3de25413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15656779.post-112629571433996206</id><published>2005-09-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:04:36.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T BELIEVE MY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;~ Menken/Zippel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought, I had it figured&lt;br /&gt;That life's a game you cannot win&lt;br /&gt;He comes in and changes all the rules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I've been taught, I learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;That life and love are never just&lt;br /&gt;And if you trust you're just one of the fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I cannot believe my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is saying don't resist him&lt;br /&gt;That I've been on my guard too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my heart&lt;br /&gt;Surrendered when I kissed him&lt;br /&gt;And told me all I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;Is sad but true is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is worth a disappointment&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen one reason yet&lt;br /&gt;Until I met the boy who smiles for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon this earth, there's no one like him&lt;br /&gt;He sees the girl I long to be&lt;br /&gt;Making even me believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't believe my heart&lt;br /&gt;Has overcome my senses&lt;br /&gt;To help me see that he's the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my heart&lt;br /&gt;Says tear down all your fences&lt;br /&gt;That everything you want and more&lt;br /&gt;Is right before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my heart&lt;br /&gt;Could be so wise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15656779-112629571433996206?l=lyrics2learn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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