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| Dreams
I've Left Behind: Music
& Lyrics by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
2003 |
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Traffic
stopped me flyin' on the 405, Jumped out to see her
there, bundled with care.
It was nighttime and the lights were low, could barely
see her eyes...Who was this cryin' child
Abandoned, left behind, who am I to let my dreams die...I
felt judgment quickly risin' in my mind
Thinking 'bout all the dreams I've left behind
As I held her precious head, nestled up against my chest...I
heard a familiar sound; the way she cried
Took me a moment to realize; this deserted girl was
me; all the dreams I'd thrown aside
Abandoned, left behind, who am I to let my dreams die...I
felt judgment quickly risin' in my mind
Thinking 'bout all the dreams I've left behind
I had this list of dreams, to be a cop, a rock star,
a ballerina ...All 3 now faded, on a piece of torn,
tattered paper.
And now I see, that I made it here because I let go
of all those old dreams.
Abandoned, left behind, who am I to let my dreams die...I
felt that judgment quickly fadin' in my mind
Thinking 'bout all the dreams I've yet to find.
And as I held her precious head, nestled up against
my chest,
I saw a familiar sign, the way she smiled.
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| Coming
Up for Air: Music
& Lyrics by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
2003 |
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I could fall so far again, without a care...Fall
into your arms, never come up from there
I'll always leave this world, to fall into your eyes...I'd
so risk my heart again, to feel this sweetness inside
Without, Coming up for Air, Up for air
Without coming up, whoa
Not coming up; I've fallen deep, not coming up for
air
I could land in your world, each and every night...Where
sound & scene float away; where everything is
so right
You always have a place, tucked in my dreams...You
are the one thing that still fuels my flame
Without, Coming up for Air, Up for air
Without coming up, whoa
Not coming up; I've fallen deep, not coming up for
air
Like ice cream, meltin' down deep, you give a sweet
tooth new meanin'
Without, Coming up for Air, Up for air
Without coming up, whoa
Not coming up; I've fallen deep, not coming up for
air
Not coming up; I've fallen deep, not coming up for
air
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| Distant
Memory: Music &
Lyrics by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
2003 |
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In the pictures of my mind, I plead with the memory
of you. Struggling to remember
The day this fog wasn't in front your face, in the pictures
of my mind
I used to see us so clearly, two fools splashing in
the pool; you swirled me
around like a child, with those adoring eyes; the day
you made all my dreams come true.
Don't go. Don't leave. You're my most treasured memory
I see you in my dreams. Fading fast, falling back
I can't see you. I can't feel you. But I need you, to
make me feel that way again.
The colors have faded to black & white; the fog
I now see, was the light
the night I saw, in your eyes, the most beautiful reflection
of me that I've ever seen,
The one I'm gonna keep in the pictures of my mind.
Don't go. Don't leave. You're my most treasured memory
I see you in my dreams. Fading fast, falling back
I can't see you. I can't feel you. But I need you, to
make me feel
I can't see you. I can't feel you. But I need you, to
make me feel that way again.
that way again, that way again, Oh, oh, oh, that way
again.
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| Out
of my Story: Music
& Lyrics by Diane Altomare © Diane Altomare
2003 |
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I have no clue, how I ended back here with you...Thought
my wall was built strong, all the way through
Promised to never love you again; is this how desperate
I am...But there's a web you weave, it surrounds each
part of me
Pulls me back to a place I've already seen.
Come on get me out now, Come on save me, somehow from
repeating history
Come on get me out now, Come on save me somehow...Pull
me out of my story, story, Pull me out of my story
Last night, drowning in a champagne fog...I could feel
regret, but nothing else at all
Am I really back here again, 'cause all I see are the
walls caving in.
Come on get me out now, Come on save me, somehow from
repeating history
Come on get me out now, Come on save me somehow...Pull
me out of my story, story, Pull me out of my story
Is this really heaven or hell; what kind of mess; do
I keep crawling into
The moment I turn away; out of the blue; I'm tangled
back with you
Come on get me out now, Come on save me, somehow from
repeating history
Come on get me out now, Come on save me somehow...Pull
me out of my story, story, Pull me out of my story
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