100 lyrics for "Through the day"

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From
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If the heavens crumbled down And the days we have are through, I'll drink to you And when the silence is the sound I know the one, I know it too, I'll drink to you I know the one, I know it too, I'll drink to you (I'll drink to you) When everything is
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The day before you came Must have left my house at eight, because I always do My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due I must have read the morning paper going into town And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have
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(Lover, lover, lover) Distant lover, lover So many miles away Heaven knows that I long for you Every night, every night I plan, sometimes I dance Through the day You should think about me And say a prayer for me
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Who is the crowd that peers through the cage, As we perform here upon the stage? Tell me a lie in a beautiful way I believe in answers just not today So I arrived, naked and cold A welcomed change from the abeyance of a ghost town catacomb No need for
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If I could change yesterday I would take back the time I gave to you Start over and rise from the black and blue Don't say you're not to blame Don't say you're not the one to blame You dragged me through your darkness to soak up all the rain And don't
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A-coming to me Well there were days I can tell you quite honestly A-running through me I'm watching the movie go down Around, about me I'm watching the merry-go-round Go down about me. I said, "Lovers, you're needed in the garden 'Cause there's a lot of
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Fascinating rhythm, Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pit-a-pats through my brain; So darn persistent, The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning Without any warning, And hangs around me all day.
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I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke
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