30 lyrics for "Guide the way"

You got to keep your head up high La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la You need a little light to guide the way Waiting on the sun to shine again You need a little hope to carry on In the middle of the night when
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I used to make a living, man Baby, baby, make me a loco PT-boat on the way to Havana Pickin' the banana. Now I'm a guide for the CIA Hooray for the USA! Baby, baby, make me a mambo. Sent to spy on a Cuban talent show First stop, Havana au go-go
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There's a ribbon in the sky for our love Oh so long for this night I prayed That a star would guide you my way To share with me this special day Where a ribbon in the sky for our love If allowed may I touch your hand And if pleased may I once again So
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Won't we see once again In foreign soil, in foreign land Who will guide us through the end, oh Only in the way you want it Only on the day you want it Only with your understanding and every single day you want it City with the weight upon it City in the
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When I'm wiser and I'm older All this time I was finding myself I didn't know I was lost So wake me up when it's all over And I didn't know I was lost Feeling my way through the darkness Guided by a beating heart I can't tell where the journey will end
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I've been looking for a home I've been drifting here and there I need a guide to show my way Make you weep and moan If my heart don't stop aching I won't live to see the sun Of my home so far away
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You are the same little woman, was so nice and kind to me in every way You have a strong constitution, and I'm not gonna let you down Hold up your head, and don't let your conscience get you down Hold up your head darlin', don't let your conscience get
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When there's no one else, look inside yourself Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way Young girl, don't cry I'll be right here when your world starts to fall Young girl, it's alright
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Haunted nights for haleyon days Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice Nature's way struck grief in me And I became a ghost in sickness Willingly guided into heresy Beneath the surface, stark emptiness And you'd pity my conviction Whereas I thought of
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