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Hold on Tight
04:21
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On the night you made me your bride, your hands clenched tight. When I looked up into your eyes, I saw a light. Everything’s gonna be alright.
The way your eyes light up when I walk into the room; your heart beats, lying next to you. I'll share your dreams, I'll share your life. When the wind blows and times get harder, gotta hold on tight.
Just the other day, I was watching you in the yard, playing with the dogs and I thought life ain't so hard. But then the truth set in, blowing like a cold west wind. Oh we're down on our luck, feeling like we just can’t win.
There’s a storm blowing in, baby let's go in and hold each other tight...on into the night. There’s no one I’d rather lean on that means as much as you. When the wind blows, let me wrap my arms around you.
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2. |
High Price Paradise
02:42
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High Price Paradise - Jennifer Ruse
Oh I’m living in my high price paradise
I got what everybody wants
Yah I’m living in my high price paradise.
Best thing I’ll never own.
Well the tax man come knocking on my door.
Said ”Ya got to pay me just a little bit more
And I’ll be back to collect again next year"
"See ya own your house, your table
And your kitchen chairs.
Ya even own your front porch stairs.
But we own the land that the whole works is sitting on.”
Yah I’m Paying for my high price paradise,
making every dollar count.
Yah I’m paying for my high price paradise.
Paying for something I’ll never own.
I went to the dealer to get a new truck.
He said “Sorry lady your outta luck,
You see you paying out a little more than what your pulling in..
See You owe the bank, electric company,
and the waterworks too. Hell
I don’t know how you do what you do,
Yah you’re high price living is getting the best of you".
Yah I’m stuck in my high price paradise,
making every dollar count.
Yah I’m stuck in my high price paradise.
Paying for something I’ll never own.
Well I can’t afford that white picket fence.
I can’t afford to entertain my friends,
But I’ll tell ya what makes it all worthwhile. Oh Yah
Ya see the suns coming in up in a half an hour
and we’re still sitting out by the fire.
All snuggled up underneath the bright moonlight
Yah I’m enjoying my high price paradise,
Making every hour count,
Yah I’m enjoying my high price paradise.
Paying for something I’ll call my own.
I got a little piece of heaven right in my hand.
I got a whole lot of trees and a little bit of land.
I get a whole lot a loving from a real good man,
In my high price paradise, the place I call home.
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Misty
06:24
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Misty eyed in the morning. Sun dry by high noon.
Whiskey soaked by sundown By midnight I'm howling at the moon.
Don't know how I got this way. Not the dream I hoped for.
That's the price life makes you pay. The way I chase my blues away.
When I sit down at the table, It's not the game I wanna play,
Don't like the cards I was dealt, but I lay them down anyway.
I don't know what tomorrow brings. I do know one thing.
You work hard for what you got. Like it or not.
Stand up and face the day. You'll be OK
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4. |
Rock Star
02:51
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Oh please don’t make me a rock star today.
2016 is taking them away.
I couldn’t wait for that glorious day,
my name up in lights and my feet on that stage.
I can sing you the blues that bring tears to your eye.
Put you to sleep with a sweet lullaby.
They’ll make me a deal, with my soul I must pay
Oh please don’t make me a rock star today.
Think of the legends we lost this year.
Being a rock star is what I most fear.
Bowie, Haggard, Frey and Kantner.
Somebody please tell me what’s going on here.
Some in their prime not even that old
They played with their lives and paid with their souls.
Oh I’ll sing for pennies while you sing for gold.
I’ll play all my life and die with my soul
I’ll hold this guitar till I’m old and grey.
Oh please don’t make me a rock star today.
Oh please don’t make me a rock star today
2016 is taking them away.
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5. |
Inside
03:43
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How can tears fall from an empty heart?
Dreams die and fall apart?
Be alone in a world of friends?
How can tomorrow feel like the end?
I'm right hear, so far away.
To much to live another day.
Keep up the lie.
Paint on that smile.
Slipping away all the while.
Keep me alive while I'm dying inside.
Keep me away way from the other light.
Help me see through clouded eyes.
Keep me alive while I'm dying inside.
I can't see clear anymore.
Spinning thoughts as I close the door.
This heart. She cries no more.
Fade to black there on the floor.
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6. |
No Tomorrow
02:09
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Today I'm going to live like there's no tomorrow.
Breathe each breath like it was borrowed.
From the past I'll feel no sorrow.
I'm going to live and love like there's no tomorrow.
I'm going to share this life I live
with the only pieces of me I can afford to give.
I won't take what I can't borrow.
I'm going to live and love like there's no tomorrow.
I'm going to break all the pieces that are breaking me down.
I'm going to cut all the strings tying me down.
I'm going to loosen all the chains binding on me.
I'm going to live. I'm going to love. I'm going to be free. Cause...
Today I'm going to live like there's no tomorrow.
Breath each breath like it was borrowed.
From the past I'll feel no sorrow.
I'm going to live and love like there's no tomorrow.
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