You gotta have something There's always a reason to break Hope 'cause nothing less will save the day When you are in pain then step off the train Nobody's waiting for
I get a little tired Looking through the trees Sitting on the 405 Hoping for a breeze Everybody's gunning You got something to see I gotta sell this
I see us through, yeah Chances are we'll find two destinations Chances roll away from me Still chances are more than expectations The possibilities over me It's a fight
I don't know you, I never met you For laughs I'll call you Sam You were the son of Mrs. Someone I hope she understands Sam you were all that you had
carrying the whole team It's not the breaths you take, it's how to breathe Augie's found what I've been looking for Augie's found what I've been looking for
? Are we more than just a slice Of American pie? We're more than a slice We're more than a slice We're more than just a slice Of American pie
Love comes in, love goes out Moves in circles, roundabout We've been tied, we can't make it anymore Love is young, love gets old Ages better, the love
At 17 she left Long Island bound for Hollywood Another story like the ones you've heard before He left her broken like you figured, like you knew he would
going then she smiled It'd been awhile that smile Goodbye, bye, bye, bye love Train pulls into nowhere There he stands a field of flowers For his hands
in red Tuesday came and went one, one September when Will she come again? The thing about memories they're sure and bound to fade Except for the stolen
This is not our favorite song But the night's moving right along May I have your hand, may I have this dance? I sense that you are amused But you just
Can you join in, come on Are we more than just a slice of American Pie We're more than a slice We're more than just a slice of American Pie
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: This is not our favorite song but the night is moving right along may I have your hand, may I have this dance. I sense that you are amused, but you
: I get a little tired Looking through the trees Sitting on the 405 Hoping for a breeze Everybody's gunning You got something to see I gotta sell this
