I HAVEN’T CHANGED THE ROOM
By
Barry Manilow
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Here is the room that we shared
The room that you cared for
So I haven’t changed the room
How did the years slip away
I could swear you’re still there
For I haven’t changed the room
Now that you’re gone
What am I to do
So many fantasies
Plans that we made
That will never come true
And I haven’t changed all that much
And I’m sure you’d be proud of
The way that I came through
So if you happen to be passin’ by
To make sure that you recognize it
I haven’t changed the room
IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING
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In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never ever think of counting sheep
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You’d be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss her most of all
When the sun is high in the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk till dawn
As the clock ticks on
Something happens to you
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You’d be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss her most of all
AS SURE AS I’M STANDING HERE
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Sometimes I look at you
Sad and so beautiful
Young and alone
And so far from home
Much too much for you
Much too soon
Empty eyes gazin’ at the moon
As sure as I’m standing here
You’ll never have to be afraid
As sure as I’m standing here
I’ll try and help you find your way
Oh I swear, as sure as I’m standing here
You’ll never need to be alone
You’ve got my word
As sure as I’m standing here
Sometimes I look at you
Sleepin’ like a baby
Your hair combed with sunlight
Full of sweet days
You say nothin’ matters
Say you know how it is
Did you think it would be like this?
But sure as standing here
You’ll never have to be afraid
As sure as I’m standing here
I’ll try and help you find your way
Oh I swear, as sure as I’m standing here
You’ll never need to be alone
You’ve got my word
As sure as I’m standing here
Oh I swear as sure as I’m standing here
HERE’S TO THE MAN
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Here’s to the man
Here’s to the king
He taught the singers how to sing
When he sang of love
He seem to know and any place he’d sing aobut
I wanna go
Here’s to the man
He stands alone
Here’s to the songs I never have known
Here’s to you who wrote the book from your biggest fan
Here’s to old blue eyes, no need for goodbye’s
This one’s for you
Here’s to the man
THE OLD SONGS
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Candles burning
Glasses are chilled and soon
She’ll be by
Hope and pray
She’ll say that she’s willing to give us
Another try
And if all those plans I’ve made
Don’t melt the lady’s heart
I’ll put on the old 45’s
And maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines
Will sound new
Maybe she’ll lay her
Head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings
Will come through
Maybe we’ll start to cry
And wonder why
We ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
And make her want to stay
It’s been too long since I’ve
Seen her face light up
When I come home
It’s been too many
Hours I’ve wasted staring
At the phone
Sweet old songs I’m counting on you
To brink her back to me
I’m tired of listening alone
And make her want to stay
Want to stay
Maybe we’ll start to cry
And wonder why
We ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
And make her want to stay
SATURDAY NIGHT
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Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
‘Cause that’s the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek
I don’t mind Sunday night at all
‘Cause that’s the night friends come to call
And Monday to Fridays go fast
And another week is past
But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you’re in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing a lonely song
And everything seems wrong
You know saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
And I sing a song for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you nocking at my door
Until you’re in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night
Saturday night is the doggone lonelest night in the week
Until I hear you at the door
Until you’re in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week