I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.
BOB SEGERSome people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth’s soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.
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And just about the time I feel like screaming and finding me a wall to punch right through, I look up and I just can’t help smiling, it’s you.
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One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see
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I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.
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When you have kids, you start thinking about their future and you forget about yours.
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Every now and then you’ll nail one that’s really, really special. And that’s what you live for.
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He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.
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Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.
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Take a lesson from the trees, watch the way they bend with each breeze, little victories.
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If I want to work, I can. If I want to play golf, or ride my motorcycle, I can. But the rest of it is family. Sometimes you’re not really needed by your family, but you’re there. And my kids like to know I’m there.
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I’ve never been unhappy with Capitol. Not really. They’ve been really good by me.
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I can only get my drummer in the winter; he plays with Grand Funk all summer.
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Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.
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Deep in my soul, I’ve been so lonely, all of my hopes fading away. I’ve longed for love, like everyone else does, I know I’ll keep searching after today.
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Some people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth’s soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.
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And you pretend it doesn’t bother you, When you just want to explode.
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