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God blessed the broken road
That lead me straight to you.
God bless that smile on your face
God bless the seeds in the ground
God bless my family’s keen gaze,
Oh, I know
That whatever happens to you,
Whatever happens to me,
I hope that I’ll fall asleep
Knowing that you’ll always be
The story with no ending.
And the sounds we make together
Is the music to the story in your eyes
It’s been shining down upon me now
I realize
We All Know That People Are The Same Where Ever We Go
There Is Good And Bad In Ev’ryone,
We Learn To Live, We Learn To Give
Each Other What We Need To Survive Together Alive.
Ebony And Ivory Live Together In Perfect Harmony
Side By Side On My Piano Keyboard, Oh Lord Why Don’t We?
The ink is black
The page is white
Together we learn
To read and write
The child is black
The child is white
The whole world looks
Upon the sight
A beautiful sight.
Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I’ve got a wonderful feeling
Everything’s going my way.
I think it’s so groovy now
That people are finally getting together
I thinks it’s so wonderful and how
That people are finally getting together
Reach out in the darkness
Reach out in the darkness
Reach out in the darkness
And you may find a friend
I knew a man that I did not care for
And then one day this man gave me a call
We sat and talked about things on our mind
And now this man he is a friend of mine
Don’t be afraid of love
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to love
Everybody needs a little love
Everybody needs somebody
That they can be thinking of
Some people ain’t no damn good
You can’t trust ‘em you can’t love ‘em
No good deed goes unpunished.
And I don’t mind bein’ their whippin’ boy
I’ve had that pleasure for years and years.
You can’t win
The world keeps movin’
And you’re standin’ far behind
People keep sayin’
Things’ll get better
(Just to ease your state of mind)
(So you lean back, and you smoke that smoke)
(And you drink your glass of wine)
Say you can’t win, Child
You can’t break even
And you can’t get out of the game
Games people play
Night or day they just can’t help it
Once there was a night beneath a moonless sky
Too dark to see a thing, too dark to even try
I stole to your side to tell you I must go
I couldn’t see your face but sensed you even so
And I touched you
And I felt you
And I heard those ravishing refrains
The music of the pulse
The singing in your veins
Though we ain’t got a barrel of money
Maybe we’re ragged and funny
But we’ll travel along
Singing a song
Side by side
Wall Street bankers are we
With plenty of currency
We’d open up the safe but we forgot where we put the key
We’re the favorite lads
Of girls in the picture ads
We’d like to tell you who we kissed last night but we can’t be cads
The Vanderbilts are waiting at the club
But how are we to get there, that’s the rub
That’s the rub
We would sail up the Avenue, but we haven’t got a yacht
We would drive up the Avenue, but the horse we had was shot
We would ride on a trolley car but we haven’t got the fare
So we’ll walk up the Avenue
Yes, we’ll walk up the Avenue
Yes, we’ll walk up the Avenue till we’re there
On the Avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re in the roto-gravure.
Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us
It don’t have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I-
I’m your biggest fan
I’ll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there’s no other superstar
You know that I’ll be your-
Papa-Paparazzi
Papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep
Papa don’t preach, I’ve been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I’m keeping my baby, oh
I’m gonna keep my baby…
There’s all the news to tell him:
how you spend your time;
And what’s the latest thing the neighbors say
and your mother called last friday;
Sunshine made her cry
and you felt the baby move just yesterday.
The telephone is ringing.
Is that my mother on the phone???
The telephone is ringing.
Is that my mother on the phone???
The telephone is screaming,
Won’t she leave me alone???
The telephone is ringing.
Is that my mother on the phone???
Well, every girl that I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end.
Every girl I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end.
Well, I hear my mother calling,
But I don’t need her as a friend.
When every girl I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end.
Sylvia’s mother says Sylvia’s busy, too busy to come to the phone
Sylvia’s mother says Sylvia’s tryin’ to start a new life of her own
Sylvia’s mother says Sylvia’s happy so why don’t you leave her alone
And the operator says forty cents more for the next three minutes