I've seen fire and I've seen rain 2 (Part 1)

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Words don’t come so easy now
'Cause there’s a hole where my heart used to be
Now she’s gone, I have got to choose
But I don’t know now, what’s the use?
And I don’t know now, what’s the use?
'Cause I can’t see which way the wind blows.

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Rivers flow into the sea
Yet even the sea is not so full of me
If I´m not blind why can’t I see
That a circle can´t fit where a square should be?

There´s a hole in my heart
That can only be filled by you
And this hole in my heart
Can´t be filled with the things I do
Hole hearted
Hole hearted

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This burning heart of mine
It still hurts after all this time
This burning heart in me
Won’t let me be

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Please don’t ever let me down
'Cause you know I’m not so sure
Do I have the speed to carry on
Burn you out of my mind, I know
You’re a flame that never fades
Jungle red’s a deadly shade
Both ends burning, will the fires keep
Somewhere deep in my soul tonight
Both ends burning
Burning
Burn

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I cup my hands to touch your face
And once again, I feel your fire
And here it comes
Can’t you feel it, baby
Can’t you feel it, here it comes again
Feel it, feel it, fire, fire

Something’s burning
Something’s burning
Something’s burning
And I think it’s love

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Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I’m not the one to tell you what’s wrong and what’s right
I’ve seen suns that were freezing and lives that were through
But I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’ for you
I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’ for you

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I don’t care what’s right or wrong
And I won’t try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
Lord, tonight I need a friend
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night

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Whatever gets you thru the night
It’s all right, it’s all right
It’s your money or your life
It’s all right, it’s all right
Don’t need a sword to cut thru flowers
Oh no, oh no

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Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin’ soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall

Come and lay down by my side
Till the early mornin’ light
All I’m takin’ is your time
Help me make it through the night

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Down down and down,
Down down and down
As we spin through the night
With ever increasing might

Down down and down,
Down down and down
Returning volumes of sound
Into the blackness we drown

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Out of the blue and into the black
They give you this, but you pay for that
And once you’re gone, you can never come back
When you’re out of the blue and into the black

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Black is black
I want my baby back
It’s grey, it’s grey
Since she went away, oh, oh

What can I do?
‘Cause I-I-I-I-I
I’m feelin’ blue

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I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes

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Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street
From my window, I’m staring while my coffee goes cold
Look over there (Where?)
There, there’s a lady that I used to know
She’s married now or engaged or something, so I’m told

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Pretty woman walkin’ down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I’d like to meet
Pretty woman, I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy

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Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking

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There she was just a-walkin’ down the street, singin’
‘Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do’
Snappin’ her fingers and shufflin’ her feet, singin’
‘Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do’
She looked good (Looked good)
She looked fine (Looked fine)
She looked good, she looked fine
And I nearly lost my mind

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I used to live in New York City
Everything there was dark and dirty
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said twelve thirty

Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I can’t keep myself from talking

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And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow
In New York City

Until you’ve seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord
There’s people out there like you
I thank the Lord there’s people out there like you

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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal
Then look down in my soul
And starts a fire there
And then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon

I’m going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in my garden