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Lovin' You: Music
& Lyrics by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
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You
didn't love me at the right time...Even though I waited
here for you...The mystery of love is
when it comes...And that you didn't need me...like I
needed...you
But I'll be alright, you'll see...Don't worry about
me...'Cuz I've always made it through &...
I'll be better someday for lovin' you
So thank you for being you... And leaving me when you
did...The pain it gave me, oh I needed to feel...
To see the spaces I was trying to fill with you
But I'll be alright, you'll see...Don't worry about
me...'Cuz I've always made it through &...
I'll be better someday for lovin' you
Love me, leave me, C'mon break me, teach me...Who I
am and all I'm meant to be
But I'll be alright, you'll see...Don't worry about
me...'Cuz I've always made it through &...I'll be
better someday...
Yah I'll be better someday.
I'll be better someday, someday, whoa, someday, someday,
for lovin' you.
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| It's
a God Thing: Music
& Lyrics by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
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Miracles
happen, babies conceived, the things we can't see...Unexpected
man arrives, with what you so deeply need.
Fingers moving, music writing, too big to just be you...Hearin'
that little voice inside, acting on it, with no reason,
no clue
It's a god thing. It's a me thing. It's you. It's a
god thing...What we can't see but we know is real.
A god thing. A me thing. It's You. It's a God thing...What
we can't see but we know it's real.
Seeing a vision in your mind, paintin' it, makin' it
come alive...Bringing yourself to the world, knees shakin',
your heart breakin'
The perfect bloom of a rose unfolding before your eyes...Knowing
through the storm of life, that somehow it's gonna be,
it's gonna be alright
It's a god thing. It's a me thing. It's you. It's a
god thing...What we can't see but we know is real.
A god thing. A me thing. It's You. It's a God thing...What
we can't see but we know it's real.
It's inexplicable, inexplainable, unjustifiable, undeniable,
Indefinable, indescribable, but oh, so reliable, when
we have faith, when we have faith
It's a god thing. It's a me thing. It's you. It's
a god thing...What we can't see but we know is real.
A god thing. It's a me thing. It's You. It's a God
thing...What we can't see but we know it's real.
We know it's real, oh, oh, oh I know it's real. I
know, I know it's real.
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| Still
Here: Music &
Lyrics by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
2003 |
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Through
all the scrapes and the bruises; through my failures;
all your excuses.
Through the pain and-the-wars inside my head, that wouldn't
go away,
Through the times you used me, all the ways life's abused
me,
Through the painful blessings, the many lessons, I've
learned. . . One thing remains. .
I'm still here. Still here. Still here.
Through all the mistakes I've made. . I'm still here.
Through all the trash you said about me; behind my back
& in front of me
Through all the fights; how you always had to be right.
Through the games we played, the mess we made, how much
it truly jaded me
Through the joy you stole from me; the villain you made
me out to be
I'm still here. Still here. Still here.
Through all the mistakes I've made. . I'm still here.
You were the perfect one to show me, how strong I really
am & all I can withstand
I'm still here. Still here. Still here.
Through all the mistakes I've made
I'm still here. Still here. Here.
Through all the mistakes I've made I'm still here. .
whoa. . still here. .
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| I'm
Not Yours: Music &
Lyrics by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
2003 |
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One
more time, like an old tune, please don't judge me,
I'll break right through
Tell me you're heart aches the same, when we hurt each
other this way
One more game, I can hardly play, looking through your
eyes, I see your pain
Tell me you can see mine too, and all we put each other
through
I'm not yours, to bash or bruise, I struggle, just as
much as you do
Promise you'll try, to see me through, the same loving
eyes I use for you
Can't get me to be your pain, Own the truth in your
family, or your name
It's the past you chose to bury, your bitter right,
to keep it all the same
I'm not yours, to bash or bruise, I struggle, just as
much as you do
Promise you'll try, to see me through, the same loving
eyes I use for you
It never made sense to me the pain; the scene; what
you believed
And how you could blame me for the way you feel
I'm not yours, to bash or bruise, I struggle, just as
much as you do
Promise you'll try, to see me through, the same loving
eyes I use
I'm not yours, to bash or bruise, I struggle, just as
much as you do
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| Running
to You: Music &
Lyrics by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
2003 |
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Broken
in pieces, my heart shattered beneath, the tough edges
you see, all that's left of me.
Climbing this mountain with you, Left my voice behind,
stepped aside again, so you could shine.
Gotta stop running to you, to pick up the pieces...Can't
Keep leaving behind, who I am, what I feel inside.
I'm walking back to my life. Come with me- just take
my hand...If you can't, I'll understand, oh, oh
Your presence a blanket, it covered my tongue; so much
underneath; a rebel stuck underground
In the distance a light, I see it re-appearing, the
silence, a force that pushed my voice to come back so
clearly
Gotta stop running to you, to pick up the pieces...Can't
Keep leaving behind, who I am, what I feel inside.
I'm walking back to my life. Come with me- just take
my hand...If you can't, I'll understand, oh, oh
I feel the pieces, coming back, the pieces. coming.
together again. . together again. . together again
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| Heal:
Music & Lyrics
by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
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I was walking I was talking I was singing the
blues
And I was lying, I was crying over you
I was breaking I was faking I was so confused
And I was trying to get over you
Heal this hole inside I gotta feel whole
Heal this hole inside I gotta feel whole again
Heal this hole inside I gotta feel whole again
I was falling I was crawling in my mind back
to you
And I was trying to make our dreams come true
CHORUS
I was praying, I was failing, I was taking in
the news
CHORUS
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