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ANNE MURRAY
Where Do You Go When You Dream Lyrics

You’ve been moody and distracted
But I’ve never seen you like you are-are today-ay
My love, you’re so very far away
And I can’t get inside you
I cannot get to where the secret lie-ies
Past those shadows in your eyes
Where do you go when you dream
And is there someone with you
And what do you do You don’t do with me
Where do you go when you dream
Is the morning as beautiful there
As when you share a dream wi-ith me
How could it ever be-ee
But tell me how to bring you back
Should I be distant too-oo
Oh no, I couldn’t be that way with you
You know you can be honest
If there’s something wrong then te-ell me so-o
But darlin’ I just need to know
Where do you go when you dream
And is there someone with you
And what do you do You don’t do with me
Where do you go when you dream
Is the morning as beautiful there
As when you share a dream wi-ith me
Where do you go when you dream
And is there someone with you
And what do you do You don’t do with me
Where do you go when you dream
Is the morning as beautiful there
As when you share a dream wi-ith me

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ADAM SANDLER
Retarded Burger King Song Lyrics

I work at Burger King making flame-broiled whoppers,
I wear paper hat.

Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?

Ding, fries are done.
Ding, fries are done.
Ding, fries are done.
Ding, fries are done.

I gotta run.
I gotta run.
I gotta run.
I gotta run.

Don’t bob for fries in hot fat,
It really hurts bad and so does skin graft.

Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?

Where is the bell?
Wait for the bell.
Can’t eat the bell.
Where is the bell?

Ding, fries are done.
Ding, fries are done.
Ding, fries are done.
Ding, fries are done.

I work at Burger King making flame-broiled whoppers,
I wear paper hat.

Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?

Ding, fries are done.
Ding, fries are done.
Ding, fries are doooonnnnneeeeee.

NAZARETH
All Nite Radio Lyrics

So youve run outa numbers
And youve run outa lovers
They wont deliver that pizza

Youre hungry under the covers
Youre all alone in the moonlight
Got to get ready for daylight

All nite, all nite
Listening to the all nite radio

You could have been sleepin
You could have done anythin
But everbodys singin
Good morin

All nite, all nite
Listening to the all nite
All nite radio

(written and arranged by nazareth)
Copyright 1983 fool circle limited
All rights reserved.

GRAM PARSONS
How Much I’ve Lied Lyrics

darling, there is something I must tell you, you must know
but it’s so hard to say the words I feel
this fancy that I’m on has been going on too long
it’s time we stopped pretending things are real
’cause I’ve been living deep in sin, I’ve been living blind
and I don’t know just what’s right or wrong
to take a chance on losing you was such a silly thing to do
the chance I might wake up and find you gone
blue, so blue, my love is burning blue
any brighter flame would be a lie
blue, so blue, my love still burns for you
but I know that I’ll only make you cry
a thief can only steal from you, he cannot break your heart
he’ll never touch the precious things inside
so one like you should surely be miles and miles away from me
then you’d never care how much I’ve lied
so try to understand the pain
it takes so long when I explain
so please, don’t you forget how much I’ve lied

CARL PERKINS
All Mama’s Children Lyrics

There was an old woman that lived in a shoe
She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do
They were doin’ all right, till she took ’em to town
The kids started pickin’ ’em up and puttin’ ’em down

Now all your children wanna rock, mama
All your children want to roll
They wanna roll, wanna rock, wanna bop till they pop
All your children want to rock

Well, we’re not tryin’ to live too fast
And we might as well try to live in class
Better move out before the rent comes due
‘Cause we wanna live in a blue suede shoe

All your children want to rock, mama
All your children wanna rock
Wanna roll, wanna rock, wanna bop till they pop
All your children want to rock

Well, every night when it’s quiet and still
You can hear it echoing through the hill
From a blue suede shoe on a mountain top
All of mama’s children are doin’ the bop

All your children wanna rock, mama
All your children want to roll
They wanna roll, wanna rock, wanna bop till they pop
All your children want to rock

Well, all your children wanna rock, mama
All your children wanna roll
They wanna roll, wanna rock, wanna bop till they pop
All your children want to rock