<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:48:32.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Songs</title><subtitle type='html'>The following are some songs I wrote.  I also wrote the music for each one &amp;, in time, the recorded music will be included.  All words &amp; music © 2006 by Francis Lynn(me), unless otherwise noted.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113876876305507725</id><published>2006-01-31T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:20:34.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainstorm</title><content type='html'>(in tribute to Harry Chapin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always loved the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;The blue and cloudless skies.&lt;br /&gt;But now I need the raindrops&lt;br /&gt;Falling in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain’s coming down&lt;br /&gt;And the pain’s coming 'round.&lt;br /&gt;And the rain falling down&lt;br /&gt;Hides my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she was only eighteen&lt;br /&gt;And I was forty-one.&lt;br /&gt;My friends would tell me, “Harry,&lt;br /&gt;She’s just too damn young.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love is for the ageless&lt;br /&gt;And passion is its child.&lt;br /&gt;I was rich and restless.&lt;br /&gt;She was poor and wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain’s coming down&lt;br /&gt;And the pain’s coming 'round.&lt;br /&gt;And the rain falling down&lt;br /&gt;Hides my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled throughout Europe&lt;br /&gt;And there we found our life.&lt;br /&gt;We settled in to living,&lt;br /&gt;Husband with a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went back to flying,&lt;br /&gt;While she shopped all the stores.&lt;br /&gt;Butlers did her bidding,&lt;br /&gt;Maids did all the chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how a love can sour,&lt;br /&gt;Dying slowly by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;Ending when it’s least expected,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you can’t accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times were quickly slipping&lt;br /&gt;A year became a day.&lt;br /&gt;Routine was our rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;Sameness was our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I came home early&lt;br /&gt;To laughter from upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;I ran up to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;They were not aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain’s coming down&lt;br /&gt;And the pain’s coming 'round.&lt;br /&gt;And the rain falling down&lt;br /&gt;Hides my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he was only nineteen&lt;br /&gt;And she was thirty-one.&lt;br /&gt;I heard myself, while crying,&lt;br /&gt;“Sue, he’s too damn young”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left and now I’m searching&lt;br /&gt;For clouds of dark and gray&lt;br /&gt;And hoping that a rainstorm&lt;br /&gt;Takes my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain’s coming down&lt;br /&gt;And the pain’s coming 'round.&lt;br /&gt;And the rain falling down&lt;br /&gt;Hides my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hides my tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113876876305507725?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-114315971966946726</id><published>2006-01-31T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:27:20.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed  type="application/x-mplayer2" src= "http://h1.ripway.com/Roswell/Who%20Am%20I%20To%20Say.mp3" autostart="false" loop="true" height="25" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;words/music by Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;song performed by---&lt;a href="http://laurapursell.com/"&gt;Laura Pursell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say that we will break up?&lt;br /&gt;Did I really try to work it out with you?&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to say that we will make up?&lt;br /&gt;Can I put aside the pain that we’ve been through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say there’s no tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;When so much of us is shared in yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to say that all the sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Will be ending if we start again today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But then, who am I to say&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart in any way?&lt;br /&gt;So do I go or do I stay with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales were made for happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;Should I turn the page to see if we will too?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I am only just pretending&lt;br /&gt;And afraid to live my life away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we get beyond this stormy weather?&lt;br /&gt;Will the sun come out &amp; move the clouds apart?&lt;br /&gt;And should we try to live our lives together&lt;br /&gt;In our memories &amp; not within our hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But then, who am I to say&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart in any way?&lt;br /&gt;So do I go or do I stay with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Love can be so fragile,&lt;br /&gt;All the flowers know.&lt;br /&gt;Hide one from the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;And it never grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s time to come to some conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s only fair that I should tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;So I have searched my heart for some solution.&lt;br /&gt;Is it better if I stay or say good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But then, who am I to say&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart in any way.&lt;br /&gt;So do I go or do I stay with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-114315971966946726?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/114315971966946726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=114315971966946726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/114315971966946726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/114315971966946726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-am-i-to-say_31.html' title='Who Am I To Say'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113875310887640795</id><published>2006-01-31T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:02:49.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spy Of The Heart</title><content type='html'>© 2006 words &amp; music by Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;performed by &lt;a href="mailto:rogersongs@cox.net"&gt;Roger Miller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" src= "http://h1.ripway.com/Roswell/Spy%20Of%20The%20Heart.mp3" autostart="false" loop="true" height="25" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that stranger you bring to your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Is he an angel or devil instead?&lt;br /&gt;There is danger, there is danger&lt;br /&gt;If you give your love to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only met him a short time before,&lt;br /&gt;Small talk and cocktails, a kiss at the door.&lt;br /&gt;But beware girl, just take care girl&lt;br /&gt;In affairs that you may start.&lt;br /&gt;He is an agent of love&lt;br /&gt;And a spy of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so charming&lt;br /&gt;A smile that’s disarming&lt;br /&gt;His touch makes you lose all control.&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no suspicion that he’s on a mission&lt;br /&gt;To unlock all your passion&lt;br /&gt;Then leave with your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s always searching for women like you.&lt;br /&gt;If you are lonely he pick up the clue&lt;br /&gt;Then romance you and entrance you&lt;br /&gt;Till you give your love to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you surrender you’ll never be sure.&lt;br /&gt;Are you his lover or only one more?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give in girl, you can’t win girl.&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams will fall apart&lt;br /&gt;He is an agent of love&lt;br /&gt;And a spy of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so charming&lt;br /&gt;A smile that’s disarming&lt;br /&gt;His touch makes you lose all control.&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no suspicion that he’s on a mission&lt;br /&gt;To unlock all your passion&lt;br /&gt;Then leave with your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that stranger you find in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Is he an angel or devil instead?&lt;br /&gt;There is danger, there is danger&lt;br /&gt;If you think your just too smart.&lt;br /&gt;He is an agent of love&lt;br /&gt;And a spy of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Of the heart&lt;br /&gt;So get smart.&lt;br /&gt;Hide your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113875310887640795?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/113875310887640795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=113875310887640795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875310887640795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875310887640795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/spy-of-heart.html' title='Spy Of The Heart'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113875287037198805</id><published>2006-01-31T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:14:30.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation to Christmas</title><content type='html'>Come join us as we celebrate&lt;br /&gt;And bring a friend or two.&lt;br /&gt;The season is upon us now&lt;br /&gt;And old St. Nick is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come gather at the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;And drink some yuletide cheer.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll toast our friends and family&lt;br /&gt;And to the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll decorate the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;Exchange a gift or two.&lt;br /&gt;But most important to our day&lt;br /&gt;Is sharing it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come stand beneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;Or waltz around the floor.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll set the pace and keep in strong&lt;br /&gt;Then dance again once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come hurry to the window sill&lt;br /&gt;And hear the sounds below.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll watch a group of carolers&lt;br /&gt;And children in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This invitation’s sent to you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s job we hope is done.&lt;br /&gt;So make a point to come along &lt;br /&gt;And join our Christmas fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113875287037198805?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/113875287037198805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=113875287037198805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875287037198805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875287037198805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/invitation-to-christmas.html' title='Invitation to Christmas'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113875267056129497</id><published>2006-01-31T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:24:59.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Believe In You</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://h1.ripway.com/Roswell/IBelieveinYou-Track1.mp3" width="143" height="25" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;words/music by Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;song performed by---&lt;a href="http://laurapursell.com/"&gt;Laura Pursell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in miracles&lt;br /&gt;Or things I could not see.&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in tarot cards&lt;br /&gt;Or someone’s prophesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never believed in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;That ended happily.&lt;br /&gt;So I never believed a knight would ride by&lt;br /&gt;To try and rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you came along&lt;br /&gt;When the wind was too strong&lt;br /&gt;And you sheltered me from the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s simple but so true.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to love from you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could find a path in life&lt;br /&gt;And so I went astray.&lt;br /&gt;I never could find a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;To guide me on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never could find the strength in me&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;So I never could find a reason to care&lt;br /&gt;If I should leave or stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you came along&lt;br /&gt;When the winds were too strong&lt;br /&gt;And you sheltered me from the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;It's simple, but so true.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to live from you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I believe in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113875267056129497?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/113875267056129497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=113875267056129497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875267056129497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875267056129497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/now-i-believe-in-you.html' title='Now I Believe In You'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113875249196573178</id><published>2006-01-31T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:08:43.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>Sleep now, sleep now, baby go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, sleep tight, close your tired eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams, sweet dreams,&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams be sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Rest well, all’s well, God is at your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up, baby time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Good day, bright day, greet the world hello.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out, reach out,&lt;br /&gt;The day is yours so reach out.&lt;br /&gt;So small, grow tall, life will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out, reach out,&lt;br /&gt;The day grows short so reach out.&lt;br /&gt;Night’s near, small prayer, then to sleep again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113875249196573178?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/113875249196573178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=113875249196573178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875249196573178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875249196573178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113875229654931986</id><published>2006-01-31T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:01:53.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Waiting For You</title><content type='html'>© 2006 words &amp; music by Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;performed by &lt;a href="mailto:rogersongs@cox.net"&gt;Roger Miller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" src= "http://h1.ripway.com/Roswell/I'm%20Just%20Waiting%20For%20You.mp3" autostart="false" loop="true" height="25" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3am&lt;br /&gt;And I'm at it again,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on line for you.&lt;br /&gt;We've chatted before&lt;br /&gt;And you know I need more&lt;br /&gt;'Cause girl, you made me feel brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're five states away,&lt;br /&gt;But the things that you say&lt;br /&gt;Make me wanna be near you.&lt;br /&gt;How can I explain&lt;br /&gt;When you take all the rain&lt;br /&gt;And change it into morning dew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Only waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you care&lt;br /&gt;So I'll always be here&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you'll come on line.&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet sound will play.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready to say,&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I wanna make you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Only waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be&lt;br /&gt;That a girl I can't see&lt;br /&gt;Has taken my heart away?&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy I know&lt;br /&gt;But I can't let her go&lt;br /&gt;So I'm waiting on line all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 4am&lt;br /&gt;And I'm at it again,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on line for you.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, where can you be?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on line for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Only waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113875229654931986?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/113875229654931986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=113875229654931986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875229654931986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875229654931986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-just-waiting-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m Just Waiting For You'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113875101592057800</id><published>2006-01-31T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:20:24.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine And Women</title><content type='html'>copyright 2006 words &amp; music by Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed  type="application/x-mplayer2" src= "http://h1.ripway.com/Roswell/Wine%20&amp;%20Women.mp3" autostart="false" loop="true" height="25" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back from Mexico, on my way to El Paso.&lt;br /&gt;Checked in to a cheap motel, bought a quart of Muscatel.&lt;br /&gt;Met a lady of the night, she stayed with me till the light.&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the road to Hell, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out to San Antone, never liked to drink alone.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a gal along the side, she was looking for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a local bar, then made love inside my car.&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the road to Hell, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine and women, head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m lost and the Devil’s winning.&lt;br /&gt;Wine and women keep me sinning.&lt;br /&gt;Soul is dead, but the flesh is grinning.&lt;br /&gt;With all that love and all that liquor,&lt;br /&gt;Satan’s gonna get me much quicker.&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the road to Hell, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling in to Wichita, met a young girl with her Pa.&lt;br /&gt;She was barely twenty-one, wanted love and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;We ditched him and found a place, now I can’t recall her face.&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the road to Hell, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on down to Rio Grand, think I overplayed my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Husband caught us in his bed. He swore that they’d find us dead.&lt;br /&gt;Two shots fired, felt them pass. Found my car &amp;amp; hit the gas.&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the road to Hell, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine and women, head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m lost and the Devil’s winning.&lt;br /&gt;Wine and women, keep me sinning,&lt;br /&gt;Soul is dead, but the flesh is grinning.&lt;br /&gt;With all that love and all that liquor,&lt;br /&gt;Satan’s gonna get me much quicker.&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the road to Hell, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When St. Peter calls for me, he’ll just have to wait, ya see.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be on a drinking date, got no time for Pearly Gate.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows they got no bar, no fast women for my car,&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m on the road to Hell, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the road to Hell, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the road to Hell, but what the hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113875101592057800?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/113875101592057800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=113875101592057800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875101592057800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875101592057800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/wine-and-women.html' title='Wine And Women'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113875059555033961</id><published>2006-01-31T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:05:05.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Times Ten (Times Over You)</title><content type='html'>© 2006 words &amp; music by Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;performed by &lt;a href="mailto:rogersongs@cox.net"&gt;Roger Miller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" src= "http://h1.ripway.com/Roswell/Ten%20Times%20Ten.mp3" autostart="false" loop="true" height="25" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev’ry one says I to blame,&lt;br /&gt;That I caused you heartache, caused you pain.&lt;br /&gt;But there’s something that I think you ought to know.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell it to you loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;So you can pass it on my dear&lt;br /&gt;And then I’ll pack my bags and start to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day we wed&lt;br /&gt;You spent too much time away from bed&lt;br /&gt;Playing house or shopping at a downtown store.&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t seem to find a break&lt;br /&gt;To give me all the love it takes&lt;br /&gt;So loving me is just another chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ten times ten times lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I’m ten times ten times blue.&lt;br /&gt;You never gave us the time for loving&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve found time for someone new.&lt;br /&gt;I’m ten times ten times over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in and rushing out,&lt;br /&gt;Modern woman‘s what it’s all about,&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with all the int’rests in your life.&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t see it don’t add up&lt;br /&gt;To quiet passions that erupt&lt;br /&gt;From love between a husband and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I’ve tried to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Though you’ve put me off or turned away.&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s time for me to end this misery.&lt;br /&gt;And when you’re friends start asking why&lt;br /&gt;Just tell the truth when you reply.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve found some one who’s ten times tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ten times ten times lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I’m ten times ten times blue.&lt;br /&gt;You never gave us the time for loving.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve found time for some one new.&lt;br /&gt;I’m ten times ten times over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113875059555033961?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/113875059555033961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=113875059555033961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875059555033961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875059555033961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/ten-times-ten-times-over-you.html' title='Ten Times Ten (Times Over You)'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113875031138333770</id><published>2006-01-31T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:25:49.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica</title><content type='html'>words &amp; music by Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;performed by &lt;a href="http://www.cutlersounds.com/"&gt;Chris Cutler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Jessica Jimenez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed  type="application/x-mplayer2" src= "http://h1.ripside.net/Roswell/Jessica.mp3" autostart="false" loop="true" height="25" width="143"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up to another day&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time to wash all the sleep away.&lt;br /&gt;Dressing now in a long brown skirt,&lt;br /&gt;While her long black hair frames a crisp white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books in hand, it is time to go.&lt;br /&gt;She is sweet sixteen &amp;amp; so much to know.&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out into morning sun,&lt;br /&gt;She'll be back again when her day is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica,Jessica,&lt;br /&gt;She's Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She meets up with some gals she knows.&lt;br /&gt;Beck &amp; Rad are here &amp;amp; the laughter flows.&lt;br /&gt;Best of friends, they are filled with joy,&lt;br /&gt;Then the giggles start when they talk of boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School day ends &amp; the fun begins.&lt;br /&gt;She's a soccer girl &amp;amp; she aims to win.&lt;br /&gt;Back at home there's no time to rest,&lt;br /&gt;She will study late for a major test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica,Jessica,&lt;br /&gt;She's Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of smiles with a loving way.&lt;br /&gt;She's a shining star &amp; a golden ray.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle soul, she just can't go wrong&lt;br /&gt;For her faith in God is what keeps her strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brings light to a darkened day&lt;br /&gt;And she'll stop the rain if she has her way.&lt;br /&gt;She gives warmth to a winter's chill&lt;br /&gt;And she'll fight the storms with her strength of will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, Jessica, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, Jessica, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;She is Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonbeams dance 'round a sleeping girl.&lt;br /&gt;She is set in bed like a precious pearl.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams flood in &amp;amp; a smile appears.&lt;br /&gt;Possibilities for her coming years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends drift by, she can see each face,&lt;br /&gt;And she holds them dear, in a special place.&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp; dad, brother, sisters call.&lt;br /&gt;Passing visions now &amp;amp; she loves them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica,Jessica,&lt;br /&gt;She's Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of smiles with a loving way.&lt;br /&gt;She's a shining star &amp;amp; a golden ray.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle soul, she just can't go wrong&lt;br /&gt;For her faith in God is what keeps her strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brings light to a darkened day&lt;br /&gt;And she'll stop the rain if she has her way.&lt;br /&gt;She gives warmth to a winter's chill&lt;br /&gt;And she'll fight the storms with her strength of will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, Jessica, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, Jessica, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;She is Jessica, Jessica, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113875031138333770?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/113875031138333770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=113875031138333770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875031138333770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113875031138333770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/jessica.html' title='Jessica'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-113874877232072762</id><published>2006-01-31T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:29:33.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Of Mind, I Will Find</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed  type="application/x-mplayer2" src= "http://h1.ripway.com/Roswell/Peace%20Of%20Mind.mp3" autostart="false" loop="true" height="25" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-50% color="red"&gt;words/music by Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;song performed by---&lt;a href="mailto:rogersongs@cox.net"&gt;Roger Miller&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Francis Lynn&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my Savior&lt;br /&gt;He always comforts me.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my Savior&lt;br /&gt;His Truth is there to see.&lt;br /&gt;He will take my worries&lt;br /&gt;And cast them in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind, I will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;He will take my worries&lt;br /&gt;And cast them in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my Lantern&lt;br /&gt;His Light will lead my way.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my Lantern&lt;br /&gt;He takes the dark away.&lt;br /&gt;He shines down from Heaven&lt;br /&gt;And brightens all my day.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind, I will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;He shines down from Heaven&lt;br /&gt;And brightens all my day.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is Redemption&lt;br /&gt;My sins he will console.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is Redemption&lt;br /&gt;And He has saved my soul.&lt;br /&gt;He will guide my living&lt;br /&gt;For Heaven is my goal.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind, I will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;He will guide my living&lt;br /&gt;For Heaven is my goal.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be unto Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And glorify His name.&lt;br /&gt;I was lost &amp; lonley&lt;br /&gt;Until His spirit came.&lt;br /&gt;He now dwells within me&lt;br /&gt;And I am not the same.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;He now dwells within me&lt;br /&gt;And I am not the same.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I will find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-113874877232072762?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/113874877232072762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=113874877232072762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113874877232072762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/113874877232072762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/peace-of-mind-i-will-find.html' title='Peace Of Mind, I Will Find'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21776713.post-115030250329992210</id><published>2006-01-31T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:17:37.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss The Way You Kissed Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://h1.ripway.com/Roswell/Miss%20The%20Way%20You%20Kiss%20Me.mp3" autostart="false" loop="true" height="25" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 words &amp; music by Francis Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times a man can get a foolish notion&lt;br /&gt;When standing near a gal beside a bar.&lt;br /&gt;She smiles at him &amp; seems to set in motion&lt;br /&gt;A stirring that he hasn't felt so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play the game &amp; soon the two are kissing&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly they're in a cheap motel.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he's found a thrill that he's been missing&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting there's a wife at home as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one-night stand becomes a new temptation&lt;br /&gt;And so begins the cheating &amp; the lies.&lt;br /&gt;He's caught up in a web of explanations&lt;br /&gt;Each time his wife looks deep into his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves his home &amp; moves in with his lover&lt;br /&gt;And ev'ry thing is working out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;But time goes by &amp; he will soon discover&lt;br /&gt;He's sorry that he ever crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd miss the way you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Or want you more than any day before.&lt;br /&gt;And all the times you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stop me walking out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the pain that I have caused you.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm the only one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;Each day I live the hurt that you've been put through&lt;br /&gt;With sleepless nights of crying out your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man can learn about emotion&lt;br /&gt;When standing all alone beside a bar&lt;br /&gt;Just what it means by giving full devotion&lt;br /&gt;And loving you for all the things you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take me back &amp; let me make it up, dear.&lt;br /&gt;I promise that we'll never be apart.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you that I will always be here&lt;br /&gt;.And love you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd miss the way you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Or want you more than any day before.&lt;br /&gt;And all the times you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stop me walking out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the pain that I have caused you.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm the only one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;Each day I live the hurt that you've been put through&lt;br /&gt;With sleepless nights of crying out your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I live the hurt that you've been put through&lt;br /&gt;With sleepless nights of crying out your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21776713-115030250329992210?l=billslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115030250329992210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21776713&amp;postID=115030250329992210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/115030250329992210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21776713/posts/default/115030250329992210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/01/miss-way-you-kissed-me.html' title='Miss The Way You Kissed Me'/><author><name>Francis Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656090914379827901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/1170/400/Bill88closeup1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
