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Your magnetic connection is pulling me in I tried to fight it but I can't escape it Your energy surrounds me, I love your atmosphere When you're away I can't wait 'til you're right back here Baby I need you here Baby I need you near Baby I need you near Baby I need you here Oo this distance it's slowly killing me I can't take the thought of you being so far away Cause I need you here and I want you near Cause don't you know that I'm hurting Oh oh baby I need you near Oh baby I need you near I need you near I need you near Come back, I miss you baby Come back, oh come back Oh come back to me Baby please (baby baby please) Said I need you, I need you yeah Baby just say yes (yeah) Baby please come back (Come back to me) Baby please (Baby I'm begging you please) Please (what I see in you) Nobody else can see no (Nobody else but me) I need you baby oh, I need you baby (Say you need me too, baby tell me what you wanna do) Cause I miss you oh yeah I miss ya

Since you came here uninvited We all knew you'd be delighted This is not the time or place to hedge No one here would be so bold to But since you've asked and no one's told you Let us take you to the cutting edge I can process words, accounting too And my pixel screen displays for you Computer graphics locked into your memory (Memory, memory) With fiber optics cast in plastic For natural sights and sounds fantastic Just reach out and talk to your dear old Uncle Emery More! More! More! Everything you wanted and more More! More! More! Let me tell you what it's for Here's the printout with the score Get yourself together on the edge Ooh-wa, ooh (Bah, bah, bah) You want to go to old Rio De Janeiro, my dear? You want to join in any Club Paradise? You'd really rather stay at home where the picture is clear You get it on the stereo, and you don't even have to go More! More! More! Everything you wanted and more More! More! More! Any time or place you wish You might meet up with some dish Pull yourself together on the edge If you want a lean machine to whip you up some mean cuisine I'm on the scene, totally automatic Hey, I can bake your biscuits too Pop some dough boy out for you I'm micro solid-state and that's no static More! More! More! Everything you wanted and more More! More! More! Where the bytes and chips may fall You just have yourself a ball It's all hyperactive on the edge From LEDs to CRTs Woofers, tweeters, antenna trees An ultra-nylon life of ease Everything you dreamed of on the edge And more!

He is not your run Of the mill garden variety Alabama country faire. Left on Silver Lake He keeps a small apartment top An Oriental food store there. He returned from Alabama To see what he could see. Off the record he is hungry Though he works hard in his Alabama country fair. I should think he'd fade away The way that Bohemians often bare The frigid air. He returned from Alabama To see what he could see. Constant commentary by the wayside. Nowadays them country boys Don't cotton much to one two three four. Rest your team. Work out in the All Golden! You will know why hayseeds Go back to the country. Constant calm might still Our stately union. Nowadays a Yankee dread Not take his time to wend to sea. Forget to bear your arms In the All Golden. You will know why hayseeds Go back to the country. Might as well not 'low For one more go round. That's all folks. Them hayseeds go back To the country. Ja git it? Alright.

That's the tape that we made, But I'm sad to say it never made the grade. That was me, third guitar; I wonder where the others are. I sold the guitar today... I never did play much anyway. Vine Street. We used to live there on Vine Street. She made perfume in the back of the room And me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop And we'd play for her the songs she liked best To have us play, on Vine Street. Vine Street, the crack of the backbeat on Vinestreet. Swingin' along on the wings of a song And I'll lie in, secure, self-righteous, and sure Why we've things to say that the people Would pay to hear us play, on Vine Street.

By Palm Desert To market to buy. Tenderfoot up to date Palms of the real estate. By Palm Desert Springs often run dry. I came west unto Hollywood, Never-never land. Juxtaposed to B.B.D. and O. Beyond San Fernando On hillside manors On the banks of toxicity Those below and those above the same. Dreams are still born In Hollywood I don't understand. Just suppose the youngster knows He's had a good deal of fortune And up through the babble On the fair banks complicity, Buy your leave or stay beyond the game. Palm Desert Not fade away. Palm Desert I wish I could stay. Palm Desert Sages abound. So head your head To the ground round. Meanwhile in the wild west Of Hollywood age is losing hold. Inasmuch as you are touched To have withstood By the very old search For the truth within The bounds of toxicity. Left unsung So I have strung the frame.