Jeffery Deaver - XO

1. I’m drawn to you, like a moth to flame.
Once we met, I was never the same.
To reach that light, moths fly for miles,
That’s what I’d do, just to see your smile.
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Love is fire, love is flame
It warms your heart, it lights the way.
It burns forever just like the sun.
It welds two souls and makes them one.
Love is fire, love is flame.
2. I know some boys as smooth as ice,
I can’t deny some look real nice.
But I don’t care if they’re slick and cool,
They don’t ignite me like you do.
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3. Some folks hook up not to be alone.
Or they want babies and to make a home.
Nothing wrong with that, for them it’s fine.
But I like my furnace turned up high.
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4. You can keep those days in early spring.
A gentle autumn’s not my thing.
No, I want sun and blaring heat-
Sweaty love, just you and me.
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1. A quiet Sunday, the rain comes down.
Hey, you want to play a game?
I look around.
There’s a jigsaw puzzle on the shelf.
A country scene, some old-time art
Of farms and fields and stacks of hay.
We pour some wine, curl up and start.
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One piece there, and one piece here.
Some fall in place and some won’t fit.
It’s just not clear
How I can take these mismatched parts
And put together the puzzle of your heart.
2. You want to stay, you have to go,
I think I love you but I’m confused.
I just don’t know.
Sometimes you stay, sometimes you run.
The past is good, but the future looms.
Let’s have a baby, or maybe not.
Let’s buy this place, no, we should move.
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3. The hours pass, there’s not much done.
The middle’s harder than we thought.
It’s been fun.
But the rain’s let up. Let’s take a walk.
We’ve got an hour before it’s night.
Oh, you’d rather watch the game?
I understand. No, it’s all right.
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4. I get back home and in the hall
I find a note. You’re outside jogging
After all.
I try a jigsaw piece or two,
But finally I admit defeat.
I guess that’s how it often goes,
Some puzzles we just can’t complete.
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1. Packing up the suitcase, filling boxes to the brim.
Years and years of memories, trying to fit them in.
I never really thought that there might come a time,
When everything would change and I’d have to say goodbye.
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Now I’m starting over, starting over once again,
To try to make a new life, without family or friends.
In all my years on earth, there’s one thing that I know:
Nothing can be harder than to leave behind your home.
2. This room, it was my daughter’s, who’s grown and lives nearby.
She’s got babies of her own, oh, I’ll miss them till I cry.
This room is the one where my man and I would sleep.
Or sometimes never sleep at all, if you know what I mean.
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3. And here’s the porch we’d sit on, after dinner every night.
My husband talked about his job and I’d tell him ’bout mine.
Then dishes and some cleaning, some homework and to bed.
And the joy of seeing sunrise as the day would start again.
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4. Oh, we had quite some parties, to mark those special times.
Christmases and Easters and the Fourth of July.
Any cause for celebration, but the best, at least for me,
Was my daughter’s graduation when she got her degree.
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5. We worked hard at our jobs and bought ourselves this home.
We gave back what we got and never hurt a soul.
But I guess I was just naïve and I didn’t see the truth:
Why judge people by their hearts? It’s simpler to use rules.
6. Now the bus drives through the gate, at the border line,
And drops me off in Juarez, deported for the crime
Of loving the great USA as if she were my own.
I turn and say goodbye to what’s been my only home.
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Then in Spanish:
“America, the Beautiful”
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

1. You know me by now, you’ve got to believe
You’re the number-one girl in the world for me.
I’ve sent her the papers and she’s promised to sign
It’ll just be a while, these things take some time…
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And his words are so smooth and his eyes look so sad.
Can’t she be patient, it won’t be so bad?
But sometimes she thinks, falling under his sway,
She got Mr. Tomorrow; she wants Mr. Today.
2. Love that new dress, you’re looking real hot.
Let’s go out dancing. Oh, wait, I forgot.
Me and my buddy, we got something to do.
But next week, I promise, it’s just me and you.
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3. Hey, I hardly know her, she’s only a friend.
We’ve had lunch once or twice and that was the end.
I wouldn’t have left that receipt in my pants
With something to hide. Why would I take that chance?
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4. What happened last night, I was a fool.
I didn’t mean it, I was in a bad mood.
I won’t drink again, I promise, you’ll see.
To think that I hit you-you know that’s not me.
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5. Sure, I want babies, I swear that it’s true:
Pretty girls growing up to look just like you.
But waiting a while-that’s what I’d prefer
Until we’re both ready, what can it hurt?
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(Slow tempo)
1. We’ve got a night together, we’re sitting on the couch,
This doesn’t happen often, alone inside our house.
You open up a real nice wine, the candle light is low.
We’re both thinking of romance and where the night might go.
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Now, baby, baby, baby-you better know it’s true
I’m in the mood…
In the mood…
In the mood… for rock ’n’ roll!
(Tempo and volume way up)
Sometimes it’s the only way only way to fix your achin’ soul:
Ditch the soft, crank up the loud and go with rock ’n’ roll.
Rock ’n’ roll,
rock ’n’ roll.
When you’re down and when you’re out and just can’t be consoled.
Get yourself in the mood, the mood for rock ’n’ roll.
2. You know that I’m a good girl… I don’t do too much wrong.
I treat folks right, work real hard, playing tunes and writing songs.
But there’s another side to me, that you don’t see a lot.
I like to kick my shoes off and get crazy and get hot.
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3. My iPod’s filled with pop and jazz and Motown and with blues
And soul and folk and hip-hop, not to mention country tunes.
But there’s times I just can’t help it, I need a concert hall
filled with glam and spotlights and speakers twelve feet tall.
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4. Way up high in heaven, the choir sits on clouds,
And plays their harps and trumpets, and makes angelic sounds.
But I just have this feeling that once or twice a year,
St. Pete digs out his Fender for all paradise to hear.
Ending Chorus:
Now, baby, baby, listen up-you better know it’s true
He’s in the mood…
In the mood…
In the mood… for rock ’n’ roll!
Sometimes it’s the only way to fix on achin’ soul:
Ditch the soft, crank up the loud and go with rock ’n’ roll.
Rock ’n’ roll,
rock ’n’ roll.
When you’re down and when you’re out and just can’t be consoled.
Get yourself in the mood, the mood for rock ’n’ roll.