Route 12 .......... Thomas Newman

Picture Window .......... Thomas Newman

The Bright Young Man .......... Thomas Newman

Hopeless Emptiness .......... Thomas Newman

Unrealistic .......... Thomas Newman

Count Every Star .......... The Ravens

Simple Clean Lies .......... Thomas Newman

Speaking Of Production Control .......... Thomas Newman

Golden People .......... Thomas Newman

Night Woods .......... Thomas Newman

Crying In The Chapel .......... The Orioles

April .......... Thomas Newman

A Bit Shimsical .......... Thomas Newman

Revolutionary Road [End Title] .......... Thomas Newman

The Gypsy .......... The Ink Spots

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COUNT EVERY STAR
(Bruno Coquatrix / Sammy Gallop / Michel)
Linda Scott

Count every star in the midnight sky
Count every rose, every firefly
For that's how many times I miss you
Heaven knows I miss you

Count every leaf on a willow tree
Count every wave on a stormy sea
Count every star and darling when you do
You'll know the times I have cried for you

Count every leaf on a willow tree
Count every wave on a stormy sea
Count every star and darling when you do
You'll know the times I have cried for you

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You saw me crying in the chapel
The tears I shed were tears of joy
I know the meaning of contentment
I am happy with the Lord Just a plain and simple chapel
Where all good people go to pray
I prayed the Lord that I'll grow stronger
As I live from day to day

I searched and I searched but I couldn't find
No way on earth to find peace of mind

Now I'm happy in the chapel
Where people are of one accord
Yes, we gather in the chapel
Just to sing and praise the Lord

You'll search and you'll search but you'll never find
No way on earth to find peace of mind

Take your troubles to the chapel
Get down on your knees and pray
Then your burdens will be lighter
And you'll surely find a way

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In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call The Gypsy
She can look in the future
And drive away all your fears
Everything will come right
If you only believe The Gypsy
She could tell at a glance
That my heart was so full of tears
She looked at my hand and told me
My lover was always true
And yet in my heart I knew, dear
Somebody else was kissing you
But I'll go there again
'Cause I want to believe The Gypsy
That my lover is true
And will come back to me some day