tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27046534174560759882024-02-06T22:32:44.265-08:00Songs of Mark CoteMy dreams, my tears, my hopes, my fears. Yearning love I immerse. My world in a verseMark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.comBlogger703125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-29399230290904881382023-09-24T09:35:00.003-07:002023-09-24T09:35:31.206-07:00Blonde Wig and Cheap Box Wine<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b> © 2023 Mark Cote</b></span></p><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>
Not much to do in this gravel town
shadows dance when no one's around
we've seen it all at the drive in show
I have an idea c'mon let's go
(chorus) With a blonde wig and cheap box wine
just two things to have a good time
let's get crazy baby I don't mind
with a blonde wig and cheap box wine
playing out our own Hollywood
dollar store queen you're lookin' good
while our silver lights they shine
let's pour another cup of cheap box wine
(chorus)
(instrumental)
(chorus)</b></span></pre><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVn28zFqu3ICHg-mzmloTZfeZ7_vqD9qo274V40AFGKWEjcQiH8VUczblGB5cW98Oj_fbCoWx-QAKodJjw-zDEFsYobwDEk3GIh3jpDwKePxwmFSVwY2jvsJ-83-lpxaAu-hyVYYx1nurlzlwJq-FBXV8B4kSAQBxD-LLDpNepYUJao-dIt9XTj_sbQ/s1949/blond%20wig%20-%20Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1771" data-original-width="1949" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVn28zFqu3ICHg-mzmloTZfeZ7_vqD9qo274V40AFGKWEjcQiH8VUczblGB5cW98Oj_fbCoWx-QAKodJjw-zDEFsYobwDEk3GIh3jpDwKePxwmFSVwY2jvsJ-83-lpxaAu-hyVYYx1nurlzlwJq-FBXV8B4kSAQBxD-LLDpNepYUJao-dIt9XTj_sbQ/w283-h258/blond%20wig%20-%20Copy.jpg" width="283" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4uO4PSU4CzIFV76OE6ziEMseRcnqSIx-tmtILoyZMhDUxPnPF9uuxvlZlN5X57ZrrkI_wmS3AOgOkHpd2T62WHc70t9UThyYfJsrJ_HyxlHCSx8GpeDJnq8IEcDexQfHDuzBVgAM5VOGzW60Onpd5NZHIB71h_ZOpXiJZ5boKUYg1D3SrWp8QaS62aw/s300/wine-box-300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4uO4PSU4CzIFV76OE6ziEMseRcnqSIx-tmtILoyZMhDUxPnPF9uuxvlZlN5X57ZrrkI_wmS3AOgOkHpd2T62WHc70t9UThyYfJsrJ_HyxlHCSx8GpeDJnq8IEcDexQfHDuzBVgAM5VOGzW60Onpd5NZHIB71h_ZOpXiJZ5boKUYg1D3SrWp8QaS62aw/w278-h261/wine-box-300x300.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></pre>Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-78331007328822453422023-09-12T06:59:00.001-07:002023-09-12T07:06:18.500-07:00Assembly Line Blues<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">© 2023 Mark Cote</span></p><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: georgia;">
Walked a mile going to and fro
in circles is all I go
standing here 12 hours a day
production numbers all they say
staring at all their phones
addicted to the same old tones
talking but nothing to say
do you wanna keep on going this way
some days it's too much
seems so out of touch
it's just those cold old assembly line blues
(chorus) eye to the pay
nose to the grind
it's just those cold old assembly line blues
those cold old assembly line blues
(bridge) well there's no bars on the wall
commotion in the halls
keep on coming back
wonder where it's at
'till I get paid
it's just those cold old assembly line blues
boss man always barking at me
his mind so clouded he can't see
all he does is look at stare
in this robot world you just don't care
some days it's too much
seems so out of touch
it's just those cold old assembly line blues
(chorus)</span></pre><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></pre><pre class="western"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwJ_JFRmWmj7afZ8eAEk54q0-H4NNyxQyJMvK4NzsZ-jYHypzFwH0FnawW02SRh-qSHw9sA9qn2y8_opCWrOxjdoW_Nc1x21pUCCSEazyc3XcO67BTKxze72J0N_XBbn5MZ_3S7D22YnmTTYU67vQkZEOR7Hrp0-5NWMEAr9NTQIJPzG54zZdFd8vEg/s965/Assembly%20Line%20Blues.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="965" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwJ_JFRmWmj7afZ8eAEk54q0-H4NNyxQyJMvK4NzsZ-jYHypzFwH0FnawW02SRh-qSHw9sA9qn2y8_opCWrOxjdoW_Nc1x21pUCCSEazyc3XcO67BTKxze72J0N_XBbn5MZ_3S7D22YnmTTYU67vQkZEOR7Hrp0-5NWMEAr9NTQIJPzG54zZdFd8vEg/s320/Assembly%20Line%20Blues.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVgQHWMwPGbbi867dtHk4aegL5ZCQRO2j9D-YS4QXyKJPlN2hSjUxot5SXHSQoDoqBIN2UDT-HaBXmYW82Yp05w76IXnGgTKUICKOIROhiLvKRg32o1B8PYru_s4b1DkD-ra0BQiafpTmmiRwfPs2I4jWq-TPI9OiG_uAoORuhzJR0g2JxRoBJYtrSg/s965/Assembly%20Line%20Blues.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="965" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVgQHWMwPGbbi867dtHk4aegL5ZCQRO2j9D-YS4QXyKJPlN2hSjUxot5SXHSQoDoqBIN2UDT-HaBXmYW82Yp05w76IXnGgTKUICKOIROhiLvKRg32o1B8PYru_s4b1DkD-ra0BQiafpTmmiRwfPs2I4jWq-TPI9OiG_uAoORuhzJR0g2JxRoBJYtrSg/s320/Assembly%20Line%20Blues.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></pre>Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-56432194179285080872023-09-04T10:17:00.002-07:002023-09-04T10:17:35.791-07:00Funny Man<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> © 2023 Mark Cote</span></p><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">
In a house outside of town
lived a man who came around
didn't ask much but he gave more
that's one thing I know for sure
with a twinkle in his eye
his infectious laugh and gentle tone
always seemed to make the children smile
colorful tales of far and wild
(chorus) laugh laugh funny man laugh
if he captured the moon he'd give you half
so laugh laugh funny man laugh
then one day he went away
no one knows where to this very day
but some nights you'll hear a laugh
from the old walking path
(chorus)</span></pre><pre class="western"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></pre><pre class="western"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8s5Cy7QGn0IsPryl-X3kuWVIAtMqkn5CKgUdXKfugeWNuVdsFYmkhxhGj3IMxqUB3iJtcBb0IzVEp_HWIi6BSOS_PPigjtIVrJLUq0dGb40eEgIJCeOxPUxjVP-_Kb5JojYbOT8owQtY8vVz6HJrEuTkHk5bVQtRRyj-rzLRx9xc__toN7eBD2ov1A/s612/Funny%20Man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8s5Cy7QGn0IsPryl-X3kuWVIAtMqkn5CKgUdXKfugeWNuVdsFYmkhxhGj3IMxqUB3iJtcBb0IzVEp_HWIi6BSOS_PPigjtIVrJLUq0dGb40eEgIJCeOxPUxjVP-_Kb5JojYbOT8owQtY8vVz6HJrEuTkHk5bVQtRRyj-rzLRx9xc__toN7eBD2ov1A/s320/Funny%20Man.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></pre>Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-32961779577729949562023-08-27T10:13:00.001-07:002023-08-27T10:13:21.120-07:00Tennessee Mountain Dream<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> © 2023 Mark Cote</span></p><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: georgia;">
I remember long ago
I would wander down in the woods
never knowing what I'll find
adventures living in my mind
by the still I kissed Jenny Mae
I remember it to this day
the old car down by the creek
where we'd play hide and seek
(chorus) In my Tennessee, Tennessee
mountain dream
skies are blue and the streams are clean
more beauty than you've ever seen
in my Tennessee, Tennessee
mountain dream
(instrumental)
in that mine where we found some gold
it's a secret place or so I'm told
so many times over the years
I reminisce with happy tears
(chorus)</span></pre><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></pre><pre class="western"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0JAtN3gjwqrvqazlP0xrclZkKrvzX9bpdiLWvDG6wTaH7x9N58X278d18aJHIUtUawviNi3QnaHCn09QpNoqE7g48ds_lWM0up39K2wJjlN_PsVtJmJWFBPSa1Ksp2BmWGchY7yifzM79fcXxSYdgFP8TFyWj9hxSFk_9FzssjxYIXuv2N6KnxLK5Q/s1200/Tennessee%20Mountain%20Dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="1200" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0JAtN3gjwqrvqazlP0xrclZkKrvzX9bpdiLWvDG6wTaH7x9N58X278d18aJHIUtUawviNi3QnaHCn09QpNoqE7g48ds_lWM0up39K2wJjlN_PsVtJmJWFBPSa1Ksp2BmWGchY7yifzM79fcXxSYdgFP8TFyWj9hxSFk_9FzssjxYIXuv2N6KnxLK5Q/s320/Tennessee%20Mountain%20Dream.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></pre>Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-89100881114518199952023-08-17T07:59:00.002-07:002023-08-17T07:59:45.206-07:00I Could Grow Old With You<p> © 2023 Mark Cote</p><p><br /></p><p>lonely boy in a smaller town</p><p>pretty girl won't you stay around</p><p>I don't know which way we will go</p><p>it might be summer it might be snow</p><p><br /></p><p>routine world that I'm driving in</p><p>it was black and white and shades of grey</p><p>you painted colors I had never seen</p><p>ones I only knew in my dreams</p><p><br /></p><p>(chorus) I could grow old with you</p><p> even when summertime makes me blue</p><p> 'til St. Peter says "come on through"</p><p> baby, I could grow old with you</p><p><br /></p><p>(instrumental)</p><p><br /></p><p>I learn from you you learn from me</p><p>ain't that the way love's supposed to be</p><p>this journey could be a mystery</p><p>come on baby and dance with me</p><p><br /></p><p>(chorus)</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzFyfwHIAXI2Clo4s6Pjbri192QCju8yDmkVlO1uIoa5P2OIs1HFdphhGa_s5Dc9wMvVlQb5cUOSK5p-mozUEuTuoku5PnNyZ6XcyRhilBUOJCj_17fPOeLhuV8Q_ssUrMWqFoepAhs1U1bBmaHBJru_NAUICGzBpW7OITgQsQCw3d4_VKrzFesedKQ/s1280/received_2821509424829064.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="657" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzFyfwHIAXI2Clo4s6Pjbri192QCju8yDmkVlO1uIoa5P2OIs1HFdphhGa_s5Dc9wMvVlQb5cUOSK5p-mozUEuTuoku5PnNyZ6XcyRhilBUOJCj_17fPOeLhuV8Q_ssUrMWqFoepAhs1U1bBmaHBJru_NAUICGzBpW7OITgQsQCw3d4_VKrzFesedKQ/s320/received_2821509424829064.jpeg" width="164" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-6078022410183573652023-03-25T11:48:00.004-07:002023-03-25T11:56:40.145-07:00 Bed Hog<p style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: serif;">© 2023 Mark Cote</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: serif;"><br /></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>Well
me and my girl went to sleep last night</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>rolled
and kissed and said goodnight</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>must
have been about midnight</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>(chorus)
bed hog</b></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small;">Oh no</span></span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: black;">
<span><span style="font-size: small;">do do do do do </span></span></span>
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><b>
<span><span style="font-size: small;">Bed hog</span></span></b></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><b>
<span><span style="font-size: small;">do do do do do</span></span></b></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>Well
I got up late to get a drink</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>got
up late and got a drink</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>came
back to bed and what do you think</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>(chorus)
bed hog</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><b>
<span><span style="font-size: small;">Oh no</span></span></b></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: black;">
<span><span style="font-size: small;">do do do do do </span></span></span>
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><b>
<span><span style="font-size: small;">Bed hog</span></span></b></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><b>
<span><span style="font-size: small;">do do do do do</span></span></b></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>I
climbed back in and tried to move</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>climbed
back in and tried to move</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>a
gentle nudge and I found my groove</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>(chorus)</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>When
they get up I'll shift on in</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>When
they get up I'll shift on in</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>slide
on over to the middle and grin</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>(chorus)</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span></b></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>Looks
like the couch is my new best friend</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>sometimes
you don't want to offend</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>because
in true love, you learn to bend</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia;"><b>(chorus)</b></span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5-dnyjfn5MIoWkp0bRhDWzA9-UWs1PR4vydL6lM_y1-_CEZpQ4pkL7bo-7KDCpWWeagp9dlO-Kwbk3i2vk8SbBY79PhioqYx9I1kZ_AHd-rgM1w-mQLoWmdXBLGIogmziEf6egyaYPhwhAAiJ30Gp0DY9-ql07xHb7fySXbRdSdH4Y5VfvBx8Gc/s1345/Bed%20Hog.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="1345" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5-dnyjfn5MIoWkp0bRhDWzA9-UWs1PR4vydL6lM_y1-_CEZpQ4pkL7bo-7KDCpWWeagp9dlO-Kwbk3i2vk8SbBY79PhioqYx9I1kZ_AHd-rgM1w-mQLoWmdXBLGIogmziEf6egyaYPhwhAAiJ30Gp0DY9-ql07xHb7fySXbRdSdH4Y5VfvBx8Gc/s320/Bed%20Hog.png" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-33610080685162372302021-07-22T08:41:00.001-07:002021-07-23T08:08:21.779-07:00Somebody Else's Tears<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>© 2021 Mark Cote</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>Yesterday is gone</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>but my heart won't let go</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>memories may fade</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>but the pain remains</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>couldn't find a way</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>to let it out</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>in the sunny days</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>the darkness shouts</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>(chorus) in the rain</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b> in the sun</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b> I can't help it</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b> something is wrong</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b> If I could erase</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b> all those years</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b> If I only had</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b> somebody else's tears </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>Don't speak her name</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>she has moved on</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>I will do the same</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>down this bumpy road</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>I'll find that spark</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>that drowns the night</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>what once was wrong</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>now feels so right</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>(chorus)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>(instrumental)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>scars make us who we are</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>we learn and grow</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>a shooting star</b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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when you went away<br />
You made your mind up<br />
anyway<br />
Forgotten dream<br />
and happy times<br />
You left it all behind<br />
<br />
And now the darkness<br />
is my sun<br />
Through the paces<br />
get it done<br />
When shallow people<br />
look my way<br />
I've no words to say<br />
<br />
(chorus) Trying to think<br />
Of just why<br />
You went away<br />
I couldn't cry<br />
Rippled confusion<br />
I can't hide<br />
I may never know<br />
Just why<br />
<br />
Melancholy<br />
such a friend<br />
Hiding bruises<br />
never mend<br />
Tomorrows hopes<br />
are farther still<br />
Looking through the rain<br />
<br />
I wanted love<br />
She had to go<br />
Butterflies<br />
Don't live in snow<br />
so many things<br />
I'll never know<br />
I'll never know at all<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
<br />
time away<br />
your growing strong<br />
forever isn't<br />
very long<br />
years are lost<br />
and love is gone<br />
you gave up on me<br />
<br />
battered hearts<br />
and empty shells<br />
holding love<br />
not to sell<br />
I thought I knew<br />
knew you well<br />
I was blind to see<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-90773371965210787062019-05-26T08:07:00.000-07:002019-05-26T08:07:02.219-07:00Where Is It That You Are Now Calling Your Home<br />
© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
well I stared<br />
at the moon<br />
when do you say it's over<br />
do you think it's too soon<br />
<br />
why you left<br />
it's unknown<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
pushed away<br />
can't move on<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
<br />
need some space<br />
need some time<br />
do I drink chardonnay or just drink red wine<br />
<br />
why you left<br />
it's unknown<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
pushed away<br />
can't move on<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
<br />
want to hide<br />
when I'm down<br />
don't like people seeing when I wear a frown<br />
<br />
why you left<br />
it's unknown<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
pushed away<br />
can't move on<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
<br />
people ask<br />
how I am<br />
you don't start feeling better<br />
by the turn of a hand<br />
<br />
why you left<br />
it's unknown<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
pushed away<br />
can't move on<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
<br />
why you left<br />
it's unknown<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
pushed away<br />
can't move on<br />
where is it that you are now calling your home<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-81696002267070718332019-05-12T10:19:00.000-07:002019-05-12T10:19:05.390-07:00The Vacuum Of My Heart<br />
© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
silent words scream<br />
with a burning tongue<br />
when 2 worlds collide<br />
they sometimes come undone<br />
<br />
(bridge) running in hollow<br />
mystery is sorrow<br />
what happens the day<br />
after tomorrow<br />
<br />
too many roads<br />
with nowhere to go<br />
the sun burns the same<br />
on the other side of the globe<br />
<br />
(chorus) falling falling<br />
deeper<br />
deeper still<br />
If I can't escape<br />
If I can't escape<br />
I never will<br />
from the coldness where starlight falls apart<br />
into the vacuum<br />
into the vacuum of my heart<br />
<br />
thorns you carry<br />
refusing to let go<br />
will cut the one<br />
who holds them most<br />
<br />
but like a boat I sail<br />
on waves life brings<br />
the mockingbird mocks<br />
while the bluebird she sings<br />
<br />
(bridge) running in hollow<br />
mystery is sorrow<br />
what happens the day<br />
after tomorrow<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-23014555515485973842019-04-21T07:10:00.000-07:002019-04-21T07:10:02.324-07:00Don't Carry Hate Like A Religion<br />
© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
high on a hill<br />
one point of view<br />
one color paint<br />
one knotted shoe<br />
<br />
dark cloud rises<br />
without a sound<br />
but words you say<br />
lie all around<br />
<br />
he hates the sun<br />
hates the moon<br />
hates the way<br />
lovers swoon<br />
<br />
(chorus) don't carry your hate like a religion<br />
jaded eyes lost in confusion<br />
turn it away<br />
all shades are grey<br />
don't carry your hate like a religion<br />
<br />
<br />
nothing is right<br />
if everything is wrong<br />
is that where<br />
you want to belong<br />
<br />
<br />
something to learn<br />
from points of view<br />
a rainbow looks better<br />
with multiple hues<br />
<br />
he hates the sun<br />
hates the moon<br />
hates the way lovers swoon<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-84168109155502891102019-04-07T08:26:00.002-07:002019-04-07T08:27:02.448-07:00Until It's Washed Away<br />
© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
is it just a dream<br />
never knowing what I mean<br />
that seemed to be so real<br />
made me question how I feel<br />
<br />
talking to a wall<br />
you don't know me at all<br />
dusting on a grave<br />
something I could not save<br />
<br />
(chorus) thought it was you when I turned my head<br />
but it's the grim reaper now I'm dead<br />
I couldn't walk away<br />
from what I heard you say<br />
<br />
now it seems that it's all through<br />
what was old now is new<br />
until it's washed away<br />
by tomorrow or yesterday<br />
until it's washed away<br />
<br />
<br />
Sundays are left undone<br />
a race cannot be won<br />
I'll keep it to myself<br />
how the clown really felt<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-27173560492453581192019-03-24T07:38:00.001-07:002019-03-24T07:38:40.852-07:00Don't Let The Well Run Dry<br />
© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
(chorus) don't let<br />
don't let<br />
the well run dry<br />
don't let<br />
don't let<br />
the well run dry<br />
inspiration lies all around<br />
though I can't see<br />
inspiration plays all around<br />
but I'm off-key<br />
<br />
in a clouded mind<br />
looking all about<br />
wanting Spring again<br />
wanna scream and shout<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
<br />
in the colored eyes<br />
every shade and hue<br />
nothing looks old<br />
everything is new<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
<br />
flying up so high<br />
can describe it one and all<br />
will it ever last<br />
worried about the fall<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-51751331453107235122019-03-10T09:56:00.004-07:002019-03-10T09:56:41.870-07:00Busy Bee© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
minds all a jumble<br />
tossing and tumbled<br />
trying to take it all in<br />
<br />
sort in my mind<br />
and leave it behind<br />
and take the best part with me<br />
<br />
(bridge) collecting words you say<br />
and storing them away<br />
sharp ones they scar<br />
are hurting a heart<br />
But I don't say a thing<br />
<br />
(chorus) from flower to flower<br />
I'm a<br />
busy bee<br />
don't feel so sour<br />
just wait and see<br />
when....<br />
I feel the heat<br />
I don't<br />
bend and cower<br />
or let it in<br />
<br />
taste sweet or sour<br />
either gives you power<br />
which one do you choose?<br />
<br />
the heat can consume<br />
and marry your doom<br />
your lost now in time and space<br />
<br />
but see it ahead<br />
and avoid all the dread<br />
it's not who you want to be<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-60080109824034290672019-03-03T07:21:00.000-08:002019-03-07T09:19:29.320-08:00Little Blue Ford<br />
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© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
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thought I knew what I want<br />
but something didn't feel right<br />
the color<br />
the fit was tight<br />
<br />
had a car inside my head<br />
but I knew I'd have to wait<br />
if it's meant to be it's fate<br />
<br />
(chorus) focus focus<br />
on my little blue Ford<br />
with 10 speakers she won't keep you bored<br />
give her some gas<br />
put it to the floor<br />
yeah that little blue streak<br />
is my little blue Ford<br />
<br />
Made the best of what I had<br />
new speakers had the sound<br />
but what was missing I hadn't found<br />
<br />
on that day I had no regrets<br />
when I looked at both cars<br />
this one felt more like me<br />
and I knew it's meant to be<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
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she's not the fastest<br />
she's not the loudest<br />
but sitting in her<br />
I'm feeling my proudest<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-19371524392218368202019-02-24T07:00:00.002-08:002019-02-24T07:00:21.222-08:00I Can't Do This Anymore<br />
© 2013 Mark Cote<br />
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empty hollow hallway<br />
treading there without a sound<br />
I remember the fight<br />
we had last night<br />
don't have the strength for a go-around<br />
<br />
in the faded pictures<br />
I see what I used to be<br />
I lived for the fun<br />
my heart was so young<br />
how I miss what was left of me<br />
<br />
(chorus) I<br />
can't fight within this bubble<br />
the more I do the more I crumble<br />
in this endless struggle<br />
I can only reach the floor<br />
why<br />
spiraling in deeper<br />
all I get is weaker<br />
one thing that looks clearer is<br />
I can't do this anymore<br />
no I can't do this anymore<br />
<br />
(instrumental)<br />
<br />
colors all come clearer<br />
every facet shows within the light<br />
where is the you I knew<br />
do you see it too<br />
did we blind our hearts to see<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-11629570097822526612019-02-17T07:05:00.000-08:002019-02-17T07:05:14.592-08:00On The other Side Of A Loved One's Eyes<br />
© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
it was good<br />
it was bad<br />
but the love remained the same<br />
on the other side<br />
of a loved ones eyes<br />
nobody is left to blame<br />
<br />
words were said<br />
hearts were broke<br />
but if you weather it through<br />
together you'll grow<br />
<br />
(chorus) On the other side...<br />
of a loved ones eyes...<br />
while you may walk alone<br />
they take a part of you<br />
while you take a apart of them<br />
<br />
on the other side<br />
of a loved ones eyes<br />
you never know<br />
what you might find<br />
<br />
years have flown<br />
did we grow?<br />
now that you are gone<br />
my tears they show<br />
<br />
do I start again<br />
do I just let go<br />
I guess sometimes with love<br />
we never know<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-38055429716150195332019-02-03T07:34:00.001-08:002019-02-03T07:34:31.804-08:00Why I Love You Like I Do<br />
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© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
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(chorus) why do I love you like I do<br />
like I do<br />
maybe it's because of what you do<br />
what you do<br />
you have a way with what you say<br />
you just have a certain way<br />
that's why I love you like I do<br />
<br />
summer<br />
could it be any funner<br />
is it the spell I am under<br />
I can't even hear the thunder<br />
it can make some people wonder<br />
but you make it all summer<br />
<br />
rain<br />
can keep on falling down<br />
I'm so glad that you're around<br />
thunder doesn't make a sound<br />
In your eyes I think I've found<br />
our love on higher ground<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
(instrumental)<br />
<br />
days<br />
are now just shades of blue<br />
when I'm here with you<br />
what seems old now is new<br />
our love comes shining through<br />
what I thought once now is true<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-59746813190581748082019-01-27T07:08:00.001-08:002019-01-27T07:09:17.337-08:00I'd Rather Stay In Bed<br />
© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
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(chorus) I'd rather stay in bed<br />
where it's nice and warm<br />
stay in bed<br />
safe from the storm<br />
let the world all wash away<br />
that's that's exactly what I say<br />
I'd rather stay in bed<br />
<br />
my boss called me from work<br />
he knew I was late<br />
I guess he hadn't heard<br />
mornings getting blurred<br />
<br />
supposed to go to church<br />
but I think they knew<br />
the preacher said he felt it too<br />
and would rather stay in bed<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
<br />
knocking on my door<br />
tell them I'm not home<br />
maybe someone's on the phone<br />
I'd rather stay in bed<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-13898057877416210932019-01-20T06:54:00.000-08:002019-01-20T07:16:11.250-08:00Happy Anniversrary<br />
© 2019 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
Another year of many ups and downs<br />
ripples on the sea<br />
still finding us both around<br />
so happy you're with me<br />
<br />
sharing the wonder of the world<br />
something we all should feel<br />
You're part of me I can't let go<br />
now my life feels real<br />
<br />
(chorus) many many years for you and me<br />
happy anniversary<br />
colors now appear for us to see<br />
happy anniversary<br />
let's paint our world in shades of love<br />
happy happy anniversary<br />
<br />
that nervous moment when we met<br />
stumbling what to say<br />
many moments we both can't forget<br />
tomorrows turn to yesterday<br />
<br />
here is what I say...<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-25682052931997183612019-01-13T07:27:00.000-08:002019-01-13T07:27:47.305-08:00Make It End<br />
© 2013 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
Make it end<br />
make it end<br />
make it end<br />
in this nightmare can't take it much more<br />
make it end<br />
make it end<br />
make it end<br />
<br />
cry "woe is me" just to lure one in<br />
web is spun let the games begin<br />
in her world she pretends<br />
my inner scars will never mend<br />
make it end<br />
<br />
smiling for everybody to see<br />
behind the mask she glares at me<br />
the only words are the ones she's said<br />
mine unheard 'til I don't know when<br />
make it end<br />
<br />
Make it end<br />
make it end<br />
make it end<br />
in this nightmare can't take it much more<br />
make it end<br />
make it end<br />
make it end<br />
<br />
(instrumental)<br />
<br />
my silent screams nobody can hear<br />
emotional tightrope I walk in fear<br />
no place to run no place to hide<br />
so this battle I keep inside<br />
make it end<br />
<br />
all I have is something in me<br />
the part of me that needs to be free<br />
hope and pray for better days<br />
maybe miracles can<br />
make it end<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-23060498166298070142019-01-06T07:15:00.001-08:002019-01-06T07:15:26.925-08:00What Was Her Name© 2013 Mark Cote<br />
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(chorus) What was her name my friend<br />
what was her name in the end<br />
the one with that summer glow<br />
that girl I almost know<br />
oh what was her name<br />
oh what, was, her name<br />
<br />
She could turn heads when she walked by<br />
she could turn them an not even try<br />
she sure had a way to get to me<br />
she sure did but she never knew<br />
<br />
Does she live north or down in town<br />
does she like music with soulful sounds<br />
they say she is shy and hard to find<br />
but I think this lover's eyes are blind<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
<br />
She had a cherry ice cream smile<br />
she had a voice with such a style<br />
under the moon she came to me<br />
brought me a love that set me free<br />
<br />
(bridge) and when the sun came up she was gone<br />
all that was left was a lover's song<br />
didn't recall I got her name<br />
now am I the one to blame<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-46366521943738297182018-12-30T07:34:00.001-08:002018-12-30T07:34:22.837-08:00Melting Time<br />
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© 2009 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
frameless walls in this darkened cave<br />
all that I had was all that I gave<br />
all for the love of pretty you<br />
into the autumn wind you flew<br />
<br />
all that's left is a shell of me<br />
a shadow of what I used to be<br />
the memories of another day<br />
haunt me to this very day<br />
<br />
(chorus) melting time... as the world spins around<br />
the pain in life feeds the flames<br />
melting time... I flow along<br />
to the tune of an unsung song<br />
melting time... in this soup of grey<br />
sunshine on a rainy day<br />
<br />
heart on my sleeve hope in the wind<br />
must take life's dirt on the chin<br />
if my days come to a lonely end<br />
a true heart I never pretend<br />
(chorus)<br />
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<br />Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-73936140593031897882018-12-23T10:04:00.000-08:002018-12-23T10:04:10.032-08:00Happy Birthday Baby Jesus<br />
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© 2018 Mark Cote<br />
<br />
Mistletoe all Christmas glow<br />
a love I always want to know<br />
stockings hung on a mantle<br />
a holiday scented candle<br />
<br />
children's face I see tonight<br />
a happy happy happy sight<br />
a lovely feeling in the air<br />
feelings we all want to share<br />
<br />
and the biggest gift of all<br />
the biggest gift of all<br />
is<br />
<br />
(chorus) happy birthday baby Jesus<br />
happy happy birthday<br />
happy birthday baby Jesus<br />
happy happy birthday<br />
<br />
celebrate this gift to man<br />
by spreading love across the land<br />
in a manger glowing bright<br />
a savior was born on this night<br />
<br />
snowflake chorus in the sky<br />
don't let the moments pass you by<br />
<br />
and the biggest gift of all<br />
the biggest gift of all<br />
is<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
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light dancing on the tree<br />
symbolize the sky you see<br />
the presents lying there below<br />
symbolize his gifts he showed<br />
<br />
and the biggest gift of all<br />
the biggest gift of all<br />
is<br />
(chorus)<br />
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Mark Cote - Lyricisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079764513271096564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704653417456075988.post-81867640999343904932018-12-16T09:29:00.000-08:002018-12-16T09:29:09.084-08:00How Are You<br />
© 2009 Mark Cote<br />
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I look in your eyes<br />
you turned away<br />
can't run and hide<br />
so coldly you stay<br />
and how are you?<br />
<br />
(chorus) get lost in the stars<br />
catch a rainbow<br />
cry in the rain<br />
watch the wind blow<br />
the scarecrow smiles<br />
for only he knows<br />
How I am<br />
How are you?<br />
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In the playground<br />
you dance alone<br />
not make a sound<br />
and not be known<br />
and how are you?<br />
<br />
(bridge) I never knew<br />
that the words you said were how you are<br />
all alone among the shooting stars<br />
in a world of love that's all your own<br />
no one reached out no love was shown<br />
and I had to ask<br />
and how are you?<br />
(chorus)<br />
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