Songs In The Listen To Tunes Playlist #3

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Last updated: March 10, 2023
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The heat was hot, and the ground was dry. But the air was full of sound. I’ve been through the desert on…
A Horse With No Name
Do you remember when we used to dance, and incidents arose from circumstance.
Heat Of The Moment
We’re waxing down our surfboards. We can’t wait ‘til June. We’ll all be gone for the summer.
Surfing USA
Leave it ‘til tomorrow to unpack my case. Honey, disconnect the phone.
Back In The USSR
Turning and returning to some secret place inside. Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say.
Take My Breath Away
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. Turned on some music to start my day. I lost myself in a familiar song.
More Than A Feeling
I understand about indecision. But I don’t care if I get behind. People livin’ in competition. All I want is to have my…
Peace Of Mind
I can see, it took so long just to realize. I’m much too strong not to compromise.
Don’t Look Back
And I feel like today’s the day. I’m looking for the words to say. Do you want to be free, are you ready for me, to feel this way?
Born down in a dead man’s town. The first hit I took was when I hit the ground.
Born In The USA
I was bruised and battered. I couldn't tell what I felt. I was unrecognizable to myself.
Streets Of Philadelphia
We’ve come too far to leave it all behind. How could we end it all this way?
If You Leave Me Now
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in. Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin.
London Calling
I guess there is no one to blame. We’re leaving the ground (leaving the ground). Will things ever be the same again?
The Final Countdown
I feel uptight on a Saturday night. Nine o’clock and the radio’s the only light.
Detroit Rock City
All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown), and the sky is gray (and the sky is gray).
California dreamin’
Jump back, what’s that sound. Here she comes, full blast and top down. Hot shoe, burnin’ down the avenue.
You hear him howlin’ around your kitchen door. You better not let him in.
Werewolves Of London
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