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Manipulation
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Robert Lamm
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You thought you had me in your pocket,
But I never could be bought;
I avoided traps you set out;
Too many have been caught.
Be it love or be it money,
It's the bait you must resist;
Be it milk or be it honey,
This is one boy, you have missed.
You knew if you could win me over,
I would always see your side;
Any argument against you,
I'd never let it ride.
I defended with devotion;
I believed what you had said,
But you dealt without emotion;
Something happened in your head.
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Upon Arrival
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Robert Lamm/Peter Cetera
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A chauffeur dressed in gray, holds a sign, in leather gloves,
With instructions to meet the VIP upon arrival.
Father, mother, and sister trading smiles and playful shoves;
And their son is coming back home, coming to stay, ooh, woh, woh;
A lovely teenage queen stands there, waits for the boy she loves;
And she dreams of the summertime with him, upon arrival.
Now announcing the touchdown of the flight, it's right on time;
And a wave of excitement sweeps the room, ooh, woh, woh; ooh, woh, woh.
Bridge:
Each second of every minute seems eternal, time standing still;
Hearts beating quicker, minds racing fast.
Then suddenly shouts of laughter, tears of joy, flashes of light;
Handshake, introductions, lover's kiss.
Now, as the people go separate ways, I stand amazed;
Everyone has a story you could tell, upon arrival.
Still a girl in dark glasses waits until everyone's gone.
And she weeps, she's all alone, her love is lost, ooh, woh, woh; ooh, woh,
woh.
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Song For You
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Peter Cetera
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Wanted to show I'm a man;
Say the word and I'll tell you again;
Wanted to show I'm a man you can rely upon,
That's all I am.
I am a man that you can count on;
Call out my name and I'll be there.
I'm a man you can be sure of, baby,
It's your love that takes me there, takes me there.
I am a man that you can lean on;
Call out my name and I'll be there.
I'm a man you can be sure of, baby,
It's your love that takes me there, takes me there.
Wanted to show I'm a man;
Say the words to me, say it again;
Want you to know I'm a man you can depend upon,
That's all I am.
I'm a man that you can count on;
Call out my name, and I'll be there.
I'm a man you can be sure of, baby,
It's your love that takes me there, takes me there.
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Where Did The Lovin' Go
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Peter Cetera
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I recall the look in your eyes, and the way that I felt
When I heard you say,
"Where did the loving go?"
Funny how it all slipped away.
I remember all that we had, 'cause our love was so right,
And so very strong.
I would give anything,
Knowing where we might have gone wrong.
Something's coming over me now,
Something that I don't understand,
But I would give all the world if I could have you back again.
I want to make it perfectly clear,
I'm never gonna make it from here.
I can only say that I love you, woh.
I recall the moment you said,
"It doesn't work anymore,
And it's come to the end."
I would do anything just to see you again.
I remember all that we had,
And it's so very sad
When there's nothing to say.
(Background:) Gonna say,
Where did the lovin' go?
Funny how it all slipped away.
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Birthday Boy
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Danny Seraphine/David Wolinski
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Birthday boy, blow out the candles;
Good friends around you, you should feel O.K.
Don't look so sad and blue;
Don't act forsaken, this day's for you.
Good days are coming, my friend;
Life can be easy 'til the end.
Birthday boy, don't fear tomorrow;
Changes before you; years drift away.
You see life as pictures, frame to frame;
Many years wasted, what a shame.
Good days are coming, my friend;
Life can be easy 'til the end, 'til the end.
That empty feeling won't go away;
Caught up in hurting, day after day;
When will you see the joy in your life?
It's there for you, it's there for you.
Don't look so sad and blue;
Don't act forsaken, this day's for you.
Good days are coming, once you stop running;
Life could be easy, easy for you.
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Hold On
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Peter Cetera
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Why, why, why won't you sympathize
And tell me where you're coming from?
My, my, my, don't you realize
We're not lovin' when there's something wrong?
Come here mama, let me make it right,
I know that we can work it out;
But no sense talkin' 'bout a love gone bad,
(Chorus:)
You got to hold on, hold on baby;
Hold on, hold on babe;
You got to hold on, hold on babe;
You got to hold on.
Why, why is it always something new?
Baby, I'm just dyin' to please.
Cry, cry, cry when you're singin' the blues;
I'm just bringin' my sympathies.
Hey, little mama won't you change your mind?
Don't go running away.
Please come home where you know you belong,
(Bridges:)
You know when the feeling gets you,
It's gonna get you;
And I know where it's gonna get you;
Right there in the back of your mind;
And I know when the feeling gets you,
I won't forget you;
Yes, you know that I won't forget you;
Got too much on my mind.
And I know when the feeling hits you,
It's gonna hit you;
Yes I know where it's gonna hit you;
Right there in the back of your mind.
And I Know when the feeling hits you,
I'll never quit you;
Yes, you know that I'll never quit you;
Got too much on the line,
La la la la la la la.
You got to hold on, hold on, baby;
Hold on, hold on, baby;
Got to hold on, hold on baby . . . . .
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Overnight Cafe
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Peter Cetera
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All alone on the road near the other side of town;
In the dark of the night and the rain was fallin' down;
Up ahead, said a sign, was the Overnight Cafe;
Maybe one for the road just to pass the night away.
Then she came in the room and she moved across the floor
With the look of a woman who's been through it all before;
Then she smiled as she spoke, and it made me realize
That the time was right, and the love was in her eyes;
That the time was right, and the love was in her eyes.
Then she asked and I told her that I was due in town.
Hey mama, can you tell me what's on your mind?
Then she told me that she'd like to see me hang around.
And maybe I could take her home,
Never know what could happen when we're both alone.
Now I'm back on the road and I'm running overtime;
Turn around if I could, and you know it crossed my mind;
But I know I'll be back 'cause she made me realize
That the time was right, and the love was in her eyes;
That the time was right, and the love was in her eyes.
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Thunder And Lightning
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Robert Lamm/Danny Seraphine
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I thought that you thought that we thought we were bound to each other,
But it's not that way, we don't care about one another.
Thunder and lightning showed me all the threats you weren't saying.
Thunder and lightning; gonna throw it all away
Thunder and lightning, and you touched my life without warning.
Oh, how I loved you; you loved me; now, what are we thinking?
Thunder and lightning will burn you just as sure as I'm singing.
Thunder and lightning; didn't know our love would end this way.
You got your way, we're to blame, but that's O.K.;
Another time, another place, it's one more game.
After all is said and done, we'll overcome
The psychological setback of a time on the run.
It hurt to see you play games that were so one-sided.
I dealt the cards but the aces were in your back pocket.
Thunder and lightning won't let you alone 'til I'm paying.
Thunder and lightning; didn't know our love could end this way.
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I'd Rather Be Rich
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Robert Lamm
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I'd rather be rich, it sounds a little funny;
If diggin' a ditch would earn me lots of money,
I'd dig like a fool in the land of milk and honey;
Where everything's cool, provided you have money, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'd rather be rich, just short of being greedy;
I'm eager to switch, to hell with being needy.
I'd rather be rich, the truth of cash is tragic,
The system's a bitch, but money works like magic, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Money makes the world go round;
Buy and sell it by the pound;
Bitter truth that I have found:
Food to eat, shoes on your feet,
Maybe some heat, you live with defeat.
Bridge:
Money gets you justice, money sets you free,
Money makes it possible to be or not to be.
Money is the power, money is the key,
Sad and so unfortunate, but real as it can be, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'd rather be rich, than what the other choice is;
My thumb out to hitch, or riding in Rolls Royces;
'Cause I ain't no fool in the land of milk and honey;
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The American Dream
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James Pankow
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How many times have you told us:
"Rome wasn't built in a day;
We can believe in the White House;
Everything's cool, go away"?
Capitol Hill, is gonna crumble,
Falling apart at the seams.
We're mighty tired of seeing you stumble;
You're crushing the American dream.
How many cries will convince you
People are going insane?
Though you keep preaching of freedom,
All of your talk is in vain.
Who in the world can we turn to?
Who can we truly believe?
Who really cares what we've gone through?
Who understands? Who gives a damn what we need?
Maybe there's hope for the future;
Hope for the red, white and blue;
Long as we trust in each other,
There's so much more we can do.
Who in the world can we turn to?
Who can we truly believe"
Who understands what we've gone through?
(Who really cares what we need?)
Who really cares what we need?
(Who gives a damn what we need?)
Who gives a damn what we need?
How can you say what you want to say?
How can you be what you want to be?
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