"Too Big For Words"

You're accusing me of taking you for granted
But that's one habit I'll never fall into
And I hate to believe that you could ever think that way of me
Cause honey, it's just not true
But if I sometimes neglect to tell you often enough
How much you mean to me
Well, honey, it's just that I love you so much
My heart could almost burst
Cause the feeling is just too big for words
I know sometimes you think that I'm cold-hearted
Cause I don't show my love like others do
But the emotion I feel is so very real, it chokes me up inside
Cause God only made one like you
I can't begin to count the times I've thought how lucky I am
You'll never know how much I care
Cause honey, it's just that I love you so much
At times it almost hurts
And the feelin' is just too big for words
Honey, it's just that I love you so much
My heart could almost burst
Cause the feelin' is just too big for words

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"Busy Making Plans"

It won't be easy..the first nights without you
You know how dependent on you I am
So you told me,plan my time and make sure I have something to do
Well, don't worry..I'm busy makin' plans
I'm not foolin' myself
I know I'm gonna miss you
I can't say, I won't look back when you let go of my hand
And tomorrow when I wake up
You won't be there beside me
But don't worry..I'm busy makin' plans
I'm busy makin' plans on going crazy
I plan on crying every night that I can
And every minute is planned
No matter where I am..I'll be remembering
But don't worry, I'm busy makin' plans
No,  don't worry..I'm busy makin' plans

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"Kawliga"

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid
Over in the antique store
Kaw-liga...yo..ho
He stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Poor old Kaw-liga..he never had a kiss
Poor old Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-liga that poor old wooden head
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tommyhawk..Hawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
And hoped someday he'd call
Kaw-ligaaaaaa...yo ho
He just stood there as lonely as could be
And wished that he was still an old pine tree
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her oh so far away
But old Kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-ligaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yo ho
He stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Poor old Kaw-liga he never got a kiss
Poor old Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-liga..that poor old wooden head

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"She Loves My Car"

Drive all night up and down the highway
It may be a Monday..but it feels like Friday
Pushing faster ..pulling her close
It doesn't  matter to her where we go
She loves my car..she loves my car..
It's just a machine
She loves my car...she loves my car...
I wish she loved me
The way she loves my car
All that chrome that she combs her hair in
The rearview mirror that she loves to stare in
The heat of the engine..the thrill of the ride
That's all I've got to keep her satisfied
She loves my car..she loves my car..
It's just a machine
She loves my car..she loves my car
I wish she loved me the way she loves my car
Don't stop..keep on rolling stop keep on rolling
Don't stop keep on rolling stop keep on rolling
Til the dark..we're going too far
She loves my car, she loves my car..
It's just a machine
She loves my car, she loves my car
I wish she loved me the way she loves my car
She loves my car..she loves my car...
It's just a machine
She loves my car, she loves my car
I wish she loved me the way she loves my car
Oh, my car

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"Civil War"

Carol Wynn Chase/ Cindy Richardson

It's another day of blue and gray
Since we made our home a battleground
We've drawn the line
You're on the north side
For now, the south side bedroom's mine
Well, it's sister against brother
Friend against lover
It's sad to say but pride's the tie that binds
Tell me, what are we fighting for
Nobody's gonna win this civil war

The state of our union
Is one of confusion
We're throwin' words like ragin' cannonballs
And, there's no mistaking
It's our own lives we're taking
We've let our hearts become stone walls
And, we'll never surrender, 
So we might as well just end here
And declare our independence once and for all
Tell me what are we fighting for
Nobody's gonna win this civil war
Tonight Atlanta's burning
Precious memories are going up in flames
Where once stood pillars of strength
Only ashes remain
Oh it's sister against brother
Friend against lover
Who'd have ever thought forever'd end this way
Tell me, what are we fighting for
Nobody's gonna win this civil war

Oh, tell me what we're fighting for
Nobody's gonna win this civil war

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"A Million Years Till Then"

Dennis Morgan/Keith Thomas

Your eyes are askin' me tonight
Do I still feel the same inside
Girl as when our love was new
Do I still mean the things I say
And would my heart be sad if you went away
Chorus:
Well I don't want to lie to you
I'd learn to make it through
No it wouldn't be the end
I don't want to lie to you
I'd find somebody who
Would show me how to love again
But it would be a million years 'til then
You wonder if I was alone
If I woke up and you were gone
Girl would my world break into
And if you ever said goodbye
Then would I fall apart or would I survive
Repeat Chorus
Oh, I would simply start out
Cryin' my poor heart out
'Till there were no tears to cry
And every now and then
I'd maybe smile again
As the years rolled on slowly by
I don't want to lie to you
I'd learn to make it through
Girl it wouldn't be the end
I don't want to lie to you
I'd find somebody who
Would show me how to  love again
Yeah I know I could love again
But it would be a million years 'til then
Your eyes are asking me tonight

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