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Albums:

Your Own, Your Very Own (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Future Future Future Perfect (Freezepop) · Future 2 Future (Herbie Hancock) · Future Funk, Vol. 4: Future Funk 4 U (Propellerheads) · Future 2 Future Live (Herbie Hancock) · Future 2 Future [Japan Bonus Track] (Herbie Hancock) · Future Disco: Extended Future [O-Card] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · My Song Your Song (Ikimono Gakari) · I Walk to My Own Song (Stratovarius) · Everybody's Song But My Own (Fred Hersch Trio) – and 90 other albums »


is my song

Kill love now
Don't be cruel, don't be kind
Kill love now
For your own peace of mind
Kill love, kill love

These are the days
that’s sad but it’s true

So I sing my own songs
And I drink when I’m thirsty
And I will go on
Making music, and whiskey,
and love for as long
of cast iron, 
You'll remember that your home was the richest place on earth, 
Warmed by the richest spirit on earth, the spirit of Christmas.
desperation, utilize your imagination 
The future's here right now if you're willing to pay the cost 
The power crazy leaders who control your very fate 
They
haunted by your love

Lonely is the river
As it tumbles to the ocean
Searching for our future
We can find our way back home

My only comfort is
desperation, utilize your imagination The future's here right now if you're willing to pay the cost The power crazy leaders who control your very fate They would
down 
Is it wrong?
Widows weeping, babies sleeping
Life becomes the singer and the song 
Sing along

Oh, it's a hard road
Carry your own load
Is it wrong?
Widows weeping, babies sleeping
Life becomes the singer and the song
Sing along

Oh, it's a hard road
Carry your own load

Why
You will live the way you're aimed and answer by a hidden name. plan a future, plan a home. ideas you thought we're all your own. living someone
or follow your own?
One last chance, one last scream
Before your future will be carved in stone

Knock, a knock on my door
Please revoke what you're
an orderly queue when Big Julie rules the world
Big Julie rules the world

Yeah, go and chase your dreams
But if your dreams are not your own
Then
at the future
He has seen the past
School boy passes by interrupts his thoughts
He said sir, can you spare me a dollar
I got to make in time for my grade
long apart
And there's so much in my heart
I want to say before we say goodbye

Your life and mine entwined
With the music and the songs
Our future
we
We think we own the world and own the stars
And yet in fact we barely own our cars
But in moments such as these
There are future memories
You
Angels rub their eyes,
A frown on their faces.
The future's floating by,
But I'm too tired to face it.
Televisions smile,
And fools never doubt
Spanish violins sing your love song again
Our hearts are light and gay every time you play my lovely senorita's serenade
[ fiddle ]
The violins seemed
posses, we sustain

No more deception, you must make your own way

Our dreams are what we are inside
And when we close our eyes
We see our future
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
a bright idea
That you do not want to be led
You'll climb on your own up that hill
But when you get up to the top
Just don't forget from where you came
Cause
And it drips to the floor
And you feel you can touch
All the noise is too much
And the seeds that are sown
Are no longer your own

Just a minor operation
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Cry, Baby, cry
Grow, Baby, grow
Stand on your own
Holidays and happy days at home
Seaside, bike ride, fun land, hot sand, childhood floating by
that I care
A million love songs later
And here I am
Looking to the future now
This is what I see
A million chances pass me by
A million chances
beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the blue up above
A moonlit path that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love

Moon in all your
Ape, the tailor whose fine linens he knows
Makes a man out of safety pins
Proud as an Indian
I figure in future years I'll be stained by the tears