have to meet along the way and We need new drifts, another view Expand our grip on the cryptic soul Hope is more than a postponed disappointment Non
Wasted energy on promises we break We've wasted chances now but still, it ain't too late There is a common goal we must realize It's time to make a
more than a friendship, it's deeper than that Like the force of an engine, on a jumbo jet 'Cause when we get close It's just like a high And then before
Do you have a minute I've got something on my mind I'm gonna make it clear now Let me lay it on the line You're giving me the runaround It's honesty
what you can call it All I know is that it works And here's the funny thing about it, sugar Sometimes it feels so good it hurts, yeah We've got a lover
of romance in our heads Heaven's holdin' a half-moon shinin' just for us Let's slip off to a sand dune real soon, kick up a little dust Come on, Cactus
do right, cha gotta do right, ah sometimes You're lookin' at a transformation That's brought about a change in me Love's a brand new situation Never
afraid to let our lonely nights become a brand new day Oh, how I've done you wrong, I couldn't offer you a hope Or find a better way, this time we must
got a friend. You've got a friend You've got a friend in me You've got a friend You've got a friend in me You've got a friend (you've got a friend)
The crippled can walk but for now Heaven's in New York Heaven's in New York I need a ticket to New York Heaven's in New York Heaven's in New York I
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things that go to make heaven and earth are here All of the things that go to make heaven and earth Put your new weight in gold and see what it's worth
bad He's the man But who wants that anyway Oh Heaven help the new girl If she has to go through what I went through too Heaven help the new girl If
heaven on a promise you will keep we will make a bed of wishing in a garden of sleep and then come what may please take me to heaven in a blanket of
talkin', you a dead man walking Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips nigga, tip a
and kiss my love gun Got a look that'll kill, voice that'll carry Half a dozen women that think I want a marry I got trouble on my mind, I'm refusin'
go I couldn't listen to a joke or rock n' roll And muscle cars drove a truck Right through my heart On my birthday you sang me "Heart of Gold" With a