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| 2. |
| 4:28 |
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| 3. |
| 2:42 |
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| 4. |
| 2:42 |
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| 5. |
| 3:07 |
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| 2:13 | 
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It's love, it's love
Well, who would have thought it? If this is love then why have I fought it? What a way to feel I could touch the sky What a way to feel I have found my guy It's love at last I've someone to cheer for It's love at last I've learned what we're here for I've heard it said, "You'll know it when you see it" Well is see it's, I know it's, its love It's love, it's love Well, who would have thought it? If this is love then why have I fought it? What a way to feel I could touch the sky What a way to feel I have found my guy It's love at last, I've someone to cheer for It's love at last, I've learned what we're here for I've heard it said, "You'll know it when you see it" Well I see it's, I know it's, I feel it's, it's love |
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| 7. |
| 3:15 |
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| 8. |
| 3:03 |
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| 9. |
| 3:22 |
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| 10. |
| 2:47 |
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| 11. |
| 3:00 |
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This change I feel puzzles me.
It's strange, a real mystery. Maybe you see it. If you do see it What on earth can it be? Lately I find myself out gazing at stars, Hearing guitars like someone in love. Sometimes the things I do astound me, Mostly whenever you're around me. Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings, Bump into things like someone in love. Each time I look at you I'm limp as a glove And feeling like someone in love. Lately I find myself out gazing at stars, Hearing guitars like someone in love. Sometimes the things I do astound me, Mostly whenever you're around me. Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings, Bump into things like someone in love. Each time I look at you I'm limp as a glove And feeling like someone in love. |
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| 12. |
| 2:45 |
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| 13. |
| 3:16 |
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Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts,
Boy, how they could love! Swore to be true to each other, True as the stars above! 'Cause he was her man, But he done her wrong! One night Frankie happened to pass by the hotel; Just casually glanced into a window so high, And who did she see but her lovin' man Lovin' up old Nellie Bligh! She caught her man Doin' her wrong! Well, she went round the corner to her favourite pawn shop; This time she didn't go there for fun! 'Cause when she left, underneath her long red kimono, She was totin' a forty-four gun! She was gunnin' for her man Who was doin' her wrong! Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel, Started yankin' the bell! She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies, Or I'll blow each and every one of you straight to hell! I want my man Who's done me wrong!". Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase, Screamin', "Oh Frankie, don't shoot!" Three times she pulled a trigger on a forty-four gun, The gun went, "Root-toot-toot!". She nailed her man Who'd done her wrong! So they put her away in a dungeon, Way up in a dark dingy cell In the south east corner of a jail, Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell! For killin' her man Who done her wrong! But the day Frankie mounted the scaffold, She was just as calm as any gal could be! And raising her eyes to heaven she cried, "Lord, I'm comin' to thee! I'm sorry I killed my man Who done me wrong!". |
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| 3:22 |
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