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  • #91
    (Paiktis. that song brings back memories)

    Cumbersome
    7 Mary 3
    (Ross/Pollock)


    she calls me goliath and i wear the david mask
    i guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
    you know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass
    all the stones that are thrown are building up a wall
    I have become cumbersome to this world
    I have become cumbersome to my girl


    I'd like to believe we could reconcile the past
    resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
    but my old stone face can't seem to bring her down
    she remembers bridges, burns them to the ground
    I have become cumbersome to this world
    I have become cumbersome to my girl


    too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or tonight
    cumbersome
    too rich or too poor, she's wanting me less and I'm wanting her more
    the bitter taste is cumbersome


    there is a balance between two worlds
    one with an arrow and a cross
    regardless of the balance life has become
    cumbersome
    Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that. --Saul Tigh

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    • #92
      I Can't Dance
      Genesis


      Hot sun beating down
      burning my feet just walking around.

      Hot sun making me sweat
      'Gators getting close, hasn't got me yet

      I can't dance, I can't talk.
      The only thing about me is the way I walk.
      I can't dance, I can't sing
      I'm just standing here selling everything.

      Blue jeans sitting on the beach,
      her dog's talking to me, but she's out of reach.

      She's got a body under that shirt,
      but all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt.

      'Cause, I can't dance, I can't talk.
      The only thing about me is the way I walk.
      No, I can't dance, I can't sing
      I'm just standing here selling.

      And checking everything is in place,
      you never know who's looking on.

      Young punk spilling beer on my shoes,
      fat guy's talking to me trying to steal my blues.

      Thick smoke, see her smiling through.
      I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool.

      But I can't dance, I can't talk.
      The only thing about me is the way I walk.
      I can't dance, I can't sing
      I'm just standing here selling

      And checking everything is in place
      You never know who's looking on
      A perfect body with a perfect face
      Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
      "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
      He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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      • #93
        Rope The Moon
        by John Michael Montgomery

        I don't have a lot to show
        For these years of hard work
        If you look at what I own
        Still she's always telling me
        To hold on to my dreams
        Even when my hope is gone
        Some may say that dreaming's just for fools
        And there are times I thought that might be true

        But she thinks I could rope the moon
        In her eyes there is nothing I can't do
        When I think it's out of reach
        She's the reason I still try
        She thinks I could rope the moon

        When I look at the sky
        But can't see through the clouds
        She shows me the brightest stars
        If I think of coming back
        'Cause I'm having my doubts
        She tells me I've come so far
        Nothing in this world comes easily
        But I can't lose with her right next to me

        'Cause she thinks I could rope the moon
        In her eyes there is nothing I can't do
        When I think it's out of reach
        She's the reason I still try
        She thinks I could rope the moon
        Oh she thinks I could rope the moon
        "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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        • #94
          without you by dirty vegas

          You are still a whisper on my lips
          A feeling at my fingertips
          That's pulling at my skin

          You leave me when I'm at my worst
          Feeling as if I've been cursed
          Bitter cold within

          Days go by and still I think of you
          Days when I couldn't live my life without you
          Days go by and still I think of you
          Days when I couldn't live my life without you
          Without you
          Without you

          You are still a whisper on my lips
          A feeling at my fingertips
          That's pulling at my skin

          You leave me when I'm at my worst
          Feeling as if I've been cursed
          Bitter cold within

          Days go by and still I think of you
          Days when I couldn't live my life without you
          Without you
          Without you

          Days go by and still I think of you
          Days when I couldn't live my life without you
          Days go by and still I think of you
          Days when I couldn't live my life without you
          Without you
          Without you
          Without you
          Without you
          Without you

          Unbelievable by EMF

          You burden me with your questions
          You'd have me tell no lies
          You're always asking what it's all about
          But don't listen to my replies
          You say to me I don't talk enough
          But when I do I'm a fool
          These times I've spent, I've realized
          I'm going to shoot through
          And leave you

          The things, you say
          Your purple prose just gives you away
          The things, you say
          You're unbelievable

          You burden me with your problems
          By telling me more than mine
          I'm always so concerned
          With the way you say
          You've always go to stop
          To think of us being one
          Is more than I ever know
          But this time, I realize
          I'm going to shoot through
          And leave you

          Seemingly lastless, don't mean
          You can ask us
          Pushing down the relative
          Bringing out your higher self
          Think of the fine times
          Pushing down the better few
          Instead of bringing out the clues
          To what the world and everything anger to
          Brace yourself with the grace of ease
          I know this world ain't what it seems.

          What the **** was that
          It's unbelievable
          "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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          • #95
            Triple Shot Thursday; Protest

            War
            Edwin Starr

            Oh no-there's got to be a better way
            Say it again
            There's got to be a better way-yeah
            What is it good for?
            *War has caused unrest
            Among the younger generation
            Induction then destruction
            Who wants to die?
            War-huh
            What is it good for?
            Absolutely nothing
            Say it again
            War-huh
            What is it good for?
            Absolutely nothing
            Yeah
            War-I despise
            'Cos it means destruction
            Of innocent lives
            War means tears
            To thousands of mothers how
            When their sons go off to fight
            And lose their lives
            I said
            War-huh
            It's an enemy of all mankind
            No point of war
            'Cos you're a man
            *(Repeat)
            Give it to me one time-now
            Give it to me one time-now
            War has shattered
            Many young men's dreams
            We've got no place for it today
            They say we must fight to keep our freedom
            But Lord, there's just got to be a better way
            It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
            War
            Friend only to the undertaker
            War
            War
            War-Good God, now
            Now
            Give it to me one time now
            Now now
            What is it good for?

            --------------------------------------------------------------------

            OHIO
            Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

            Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming
            We're finally on our own
            This summer I hear the drumming
            Four dead in Ohio

            Gonna get down to it soldiers are cutting us down
            Should have been down long ago
            What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
            How can you run when you know.

            Gonna get down to it soldiers are cutting us down
            Should have been down long ago
            What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
            How can you run when you know.

            --------------------------------------------------------------------

            THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING
            Bob Dylan


            Come gather round people wherever you roam
            And admit that the waters around you have grown
            And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
            If your time to you is worth saving
            Then you’d better start swimming or you’ll sink like a stone

            For the times, they are a-changin’

            Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pens
            And keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again
            And don’t speak too soon, for the wheel’s still in spin
            And there’s no telling who that it’s naming
            For the loser now will be later to win
            For the times, they are a-changin’

            Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
            Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the halls
            For he that gets hurt will be he that has stalled
            There’s a battle outside and it’s raging
            It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
            For the times, they are a-changin’

            Come mothers and fathers all over the land
            And don’t criticize what you can’t understand
            Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
            Your old road is rapidly aging
            Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend a hand
            For the times they are a-changin’

            The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast
            The slow one will later be fast
            And the present now will soon be the past
            The order is rapidly fading
            The first one now will later be last
            For the times, they are a-changin’



            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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            • #96
              Couldn't resist - me n my friends were singing this all day

              Monty Python - Every Sperm Is Sacred

              DAD:
              There are Jews in the world.
              There are Buddhists.
              There are Hindus and Mormons, and then
              There are those that follow Mohammed, but
              I've never been one of them.

              I'm a Roman Catholic,
              And have been since before I was born,
              And the one thing they say about Catholics is:
              They'll take you as soon as you're warm.

              You don't have to be a six-footer.
              You don't have to have a great brain.
              You don't have to have any clothes on. You're
              A Catholic the moment Dad came,

              Because

              Every sperm is sacred.
              Every sperm is great.
              If a sperm is wasted,
              God gets quite irate.

              CHILDREN:
              Every sperm is sacred.
              Every sperm is great.
              If a sperm is wasted,
              God gets quite irate.

              GIRL:
              Let the heathen spill theirs
              On the dusty ground.
              God shall make them pay for
              Each sperm that can't be found.

              CHILDREN:
              Every sperm is wanted.
              Every sperm is good.
              Every sperm is needed
              In your neighbourhood.

              MUM:
              Hindu, Taoist, Mormon,
              Spill theirs just anywhere,
              But God loves those who treat their
              Semen with more care.

              MEN:
              Every sperm is sacred.
              Every sperm is great.
              WOMEN:
              If a sperm is wasted,...
              CHILDREN:
              ...God get quite irate.

              PRIEST:
              Every sperm is sacred.
              BRIDE and GROOM:
              Every sperm is good.
              NANNIES:
              Every sperm is needed...
              CARDINALS:
              ...In your neighbourhood!

              CHILDREN:
              Every sperm is useful.
              Every sperm is fine.
              FUNERAL CORTEGE:
              God needs everybody's.
              MOURNER #1:
              Mine!
              MOURNER #2:
              And mine!
              CORPSE:
              And mine!

              NUN:
              Let the Pagan spill theirs
              O'er mountain, hill, and plain.
              HOLY STATUES:
              God shall strike them down for
              Each sperm that's spilt in vain.

              EVERYONE:
              Every sperm is sacred.
              Every sperm is good.
              Every sperm is needed
              In your neighbourhood.

              Every sperm is sacred.
              Every sperm is great.
              If a sperm is wasted,
              God gets quite iraaaaaate!
              "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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              • #97
                NAT KING COLE


                I Remember You

                Was it in Tahiti?
                Were we on the Nile?
                Long, long ago,
                Say an hour or so
                I recall that I saw your smile.

                I remember you,
                You're the one who made
                My dreams come true
                A few kisses ago.

                I remember you,
                You're the one who said
                "I love you, too," I do.
                Didn't you know?

                I remember, too,
                A distant bell,
                And stars that fell like rain
                Out of the blue.

                When my life is through,
                And the angels ask me to recall
                The thrill of them all,
                Then I shall tell them
                I remember you.

                ---------------------------
                Is It Better To Have Loved And Lost


                Is it better
                To have loved and lost,
                Than never to have loved at all?
                I wonder (I wonder),
                I wonder (I wonder),
                As my lonely teardrops fall.

                Is it better
                To have kissed and lost,
                Than never to have felt the glow?
                I wonder (I wonder),
                I wonder (I wonder),
                Then why do I miss you so?

                Only those who've lost at love
                Would know how a heart can cry.
                And they would know the meaning of
                Hearing a last goodbye.

                Is it better
                To have loved and lost,
                Than never had my dream come true?
                I wonder (I wonder),
                I wonder (I wonder),
                'Cause I'm still in love with you.

                I wonder (I wonder),
                I wonder (I wonder),
                'Cause I'm still in love with you.

                ------------------------------------
                Stardust


                And now the purple dusk of twilight time
                Steals across the meadows of my heart,
                High up in the sky, the little stars climb
                Always reminding me that we're apart.

                You wandered down the lane and far away,
                Leaving me a song that will not die.
                Love is now the stardust of yesterday,
                The music of the years gone by.

                Sometimes I wonder why I spend
                The lonely night dreaming of a song.
                The melody haunts my reverie
                And I am once again with you,
                When our love was new,
                And each kiss an inspiration...

                But that was long ago.
                Now my consolation
                Is in the stardust of a song.

                Beside a garden wall
                When stars are bright,
                You are in my arms.
                The nightingale tells his fairy tale,
                A paradise where roses grew.

                Though I dream in vain,
                In my heart it will remain
                My stardust melody,
                The memory of love's refrain.
                "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                • #98
                  (Ghost) Riders In the Sky
                  Vaughn Monroe



                  An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
                  Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
                  When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
                  A'plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

                  Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
                  Ghost riders in the sky

                  Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
                  Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breaths he could feel
                  A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
                  For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry

                  Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
                  Ghost riders in the sky

                  Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, and shirts all soaked with sweat
                  They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
                  They've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
                  On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry

                  Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
                  Ghost riders in the sky

                  As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
                  "If you want to save your soul from hell a' ridin' on our range"
                  "Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride"
                  "A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless skies."

                  Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
                  Ghost riders in the sky
                  Ghost riders in the sky
                  Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                  "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                  He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                  • #99
                    One for paiktis.


                    GREASE
                    Frankie Valli

                    I solve my problems and I see the light
                    We got a lovin' thing, we gotta feed it right
                    There ain't no danger we can go to far
                    We start believing now that we can be what we are

                    Grease is the word

                    They think our love is just a growing pain
                    Why don't they understand, It's just a crying shame
                    Their lips are lying only real is real
                    We stop the fight right now, we got to be what feel
                    Grease is the word
                    It's got groove it's got meaning
                    Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
                    Grease is the way we are feeling

                    We take the pressure and we throw away
                    Conventionalitly belongs to yesterday
                    There is a chance that we can make it so far
                    We start believing now but we can be who we are

                    Grease is the word
                    It's got groove it's got meaning
                    Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
                    Grease is the way we are feeling

                    This is the life of illusion
                    Wrapped up in trouble, laced with confusion
                    What are we doing here?

                    We take the pressure and we throw away
                    Conventionality belongs to yesterday
                    There is a chance that we can make it so far
                    We start believing now that we can be who we are

                    Grease is the word
                    It's got groove it's got meaning
                    Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
                    Grease is the way we are feeling

                    Grease is the word
                    It's got groove it's got meaning
                    Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
                    Grease is the way we are feeling

                    Grease is the word
                    Is the word
                    Is the word
                    Is the word
                    Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                    "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                    He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                      • For sloww

                        God Blessed Texas
                        Little Texas


                        I've seen a lot of places
                        I've been around the world
                        I've seen some pretty faces
                        Been with some beautiful girls
                        After all I've witnessed
                        One thing still amazes me
                        Just like a miracle, you have to see to believe


                        'Cause God blessed Texas
                        With his own hand
                        Brought down angels from the promised land
                        He gave 'em a place where they could dance
                        If you want to see Heaven, brother, here's your chance
                        I've been sent to spread the message
                        God blessed Texas

                        First he let the sun shine
                        Then He made the waters deep
                        Then He gave us moonlight
                        For all the world to see
                        Well everybody knows that the Lord works in mysterious ways
                        He took a rest then on the very next day

                        CHORUS

                        Well I've been sent to spread the message
                        God blessed Texas

                        Well I've been sent to spread the message
                        God blessed Texas

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                        • Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American

                          Toby Keith


                          American girls and American guys will always stand up and salute;
                          Will always recognize
                          When we see ol' glory flying,
                          There's a lot of men dead,
                          So we can sleep in peace at night when we lay down our head.

                          My daddy served in the army,
                          Where he lost his right eye.
                          But he flew a flag out in our yard 'til the day that he died.
                          He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
                          To grow up and live happy in the land of the free.

                          Now this nation that I love has fallen under attack.
                          A mighty sucker punch came flying in from somewhere in the back.
                          Soon as we could see clearly through our big black eye,
                          Man we lit up your world like the Fourth of July.

                          Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list,
                          And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist.
                          And the eagle will fly,
                          And there's gonna be Hell,
                          When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell!
                          It's gonna feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you...
                          Brought to you courtesy of the Red, White and Blue!

                          Oh, Justice will be served and the battle will rage.
                          This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
                          You'll be sorry that you messed with the US of A
                          'Cuz we'll put a boot in your ass
                          It's the American way.

                          Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list,
                          And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist.
                          And the eagle will fly,
                          And there's gonna be Hell,
                          When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell!
                          And it'll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you...
                          Brought to you courtesy of the Red, White and Blue!

                          Of the Red, White and Blue..
                          Of my Red, White and Blue...
                          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                          • Countering...:P

                            Joni Mitchell - The Fiddle And The Drum

                            And so once again
                            My dear Johnny, my dear friend
                            And so once again you are fightin' us all
                            And when I ask you why
                            You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall
                            Oh, my friend
                            How did you come
                            To trade the fiddle for the drum

                            You say I have turned
                            Like the enemies you've earned
                            But I can remember
                            All the good things you are
                            And so I ask you please
                            Can I help you find the peace and the star
                            Oh, my friend
                            What time is this
                            To trade the handshake for the fist

                            And so once again
                            Oh, America my friend
                            And so once again
                            You are fighting us all
                            And when we ask you why
                            You raise your sticks and cry and we fall
                            Oh, my friend
                            How did you come
                            To trade the fiddle for the drum

                            You say we have turned
                            Like the enemies you've earned
                            But we can remember
                            All the good things you are
                            And so we ask you please
                            Can we help you find the peace and the star
                            Oh my friend
                            We have all come
                            To fear the beating of your drum
                            "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                            • Lady
                              The Little River Band


                              Look around you, look up here
                              Take time to make time, make time to be there
                              Look around, be a part
                              Feel for the winter, but don't have a cold heart

                              And I love you best
                              You're not like the rest
                              You're there when I need you
                              You're there when I need
                              I'm gonna need you

                              A long time ago I had a lady to love
                              She made me think of things I never thought of
                              Now she's gone and I'm on my own
                              A love song has come into my mind
                              A love song, it was there all the time

                              So lady let me take a look at you now
                              You're there on the dance floor, making me want you somehow
                              Oh lady, I think it's only fair I should say to you
                              "Don't be thinkin' that I don't want you, 'cause maybe I do."

                              (Instrumental break)

                              Look around, come to me
                              I have no answers, but know where I wanna be
                              I look around, play a part
                              I was born in the winter and cooled by a warm heart

                              And I love you best
                              You're not like the rest
                              You're there when I need you
                              You're there when I need
                              I'm gonna need you

                              So lady, let me take a look at you now
                              You're there on the dance floor, making me want you somehow
                              Oh lady, I think it's only fair I should say to you
                              "Don't be thinkin' that I don't want you, 'cause maybe I do,
                              Don't be thinkin' that I don't want you, lady I do."
                              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                              • Check Yes or No
                                by George Strait

                                It started way back in third grade
                                I used to sit beside Emmylou Hayes
                                A pink dress, a matching bow, and her pony tail
                                She kissed me on the school bus, but told me not to tell

                                Next day I chased her round the playground
                                Across the monkey bars, to the merry-go-round
                                And Emmylou got caught passing me a note
                                Before the teacher took it, I read what she wrote

                                Chorus:
                                Do you love me, do you wanna be my friend?
                                And if you do, well then don't be afraid to take me by the hand
                                If you want to
                                I think this is how love goes, check yes or no

                                Now we're grown up and she's my wife
                                Still like two kids with stars in our eyes
                                Ain't much changed, I still chase Emmylou
                                Up and down the hall, around the bed in our room

                                Last night I took her out in a white limousine
                                Twenty years later, she still gets to me
                                Can't believe it's been that long ago
                                When we got started with just a little note

                                Repeat Chorus

                                ----------------------------------------------

                                The Best Day
                                by George Strait

                                We loaded up my old station wagon with a tent, a Coleman and sleepin' bags
                                Some fishin' poles, a cooler of Cokes, three days before we had to be back

                                When you're seven you're in seventh heaven
                                when you're goin' campin' in the wild outdoors
                                As we turned off on that old dirt road
                                he looked at me and swore...

                                Chorus:
                                Dad, this could be the best day of my life
                                I've been dreamin' day and night about the fun we'll have
                                Just me and you doin' what I've always wanted to
                                I'm the luckiest boy alive
                                this is the best day of my life

                                His fifteenth birthday rolled around
                                classic cars were his thing
                                When I pulled in the drive with that old Vette
                                I thought that boy would go insane

                                When you're in your teens
                                your dreams revolve around four spinnin' wheels
                                We worked nights on end 'till it was new again
                                and as he sat behind the wheel he said

                                Chorus:
                                Dad, this could be the best day of my life
                                I've been dreamin' day and night about the fun we've had
                                Just me and you doin' what I've always wanted to
                                I'm the luckiest boy alive
                                this is the best day of my life

                                Standin' in a little room back of the church with our tuxes on
                                Lookin' at him I say, I can't believe, son that you've grown
                                He said

                                Chorus:
                                Dad, this could be the best day of my life
                                I've been dreamin' day and night of bein' like you
                                Now it's me and her,watchin' you and mom I've learned
                                I'm the luckiest man alive
                                this is the best day of my life

                                I'm the luckiest man alive
                                this is the best day of my life
                                "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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