(music by Tommy Jackson, 1976) Instrumental from the album SUDAN VILLAGE (1976).
(Eight by ten eight by ten) All that's left of all our love now is just your picture eight by ten (A souvenir of things that might have been) My lonely
And one day the world's gonna be all right, And there will be no pain Shut the ICU down tonight 'Cause everyone is safe And I will overlook this operation
Remember more than two years back Its frighting how time could go by so fast That you don't even notice when its gone. There's something about ohio that
There's a magic in the early morning we've found When the sunrise smiles on everything around It's a portrait of the happiness that we feel and always
Walking alone Don't wanna go back All the heart-breaking things That are surrounding me I have noticed That there was a man Who gave his life for you
refrain2: Come heal me Come heal me, inside out Come heal me Come heal me, inside out refrain: I believe that you see Everything I do I believe in love
refrain3: Can you ever hear me call your name Can you see me struggling with my own pain I could never be same type with you Or either spend time with
Eight days of the week cant believe my eyes. Insurrection in the streets so we stay inside. Go, its coming. Eight days of the week were dead on our
Secrets out unfold Whispered words be warned Falling into one It's you I still believe Felt, so alive Wish I could hold It's already full So phase me
She said, "Your eyes are everything." But I'm the best liar you've ever seen. We are the anti-passion. You're thirty miles away. We are the anti-passion
It was somethin' as simple As makin' the bed That kicked off the voice Inside her head She was smoothin' the sheet With the palm of her hand When the
Big screen Wide promises not worth keeping Would you even think of how I felt In the dark your hand in mine not worth the weeping Your hand on
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Locked up and frocked up below Into what we know Tied up and fried up and told When I'm like a lowing flow My butterflies sweet And much to fast And
Ha, ha, it's Mr. 305 checkin' in for the remix You know how they had that 75 Street Brazil? Well, this here is gonna be called Calle Ocho Que ola cata
I try (I try) to get you out of my mind I know (I know) it's getting hard to let you go It's over and it'll never be the same It's over, no we can'