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| 5:53 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:41 |
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| 3. |
| 5:30 |
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| 4. |
| 6:27 |
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| 5. |
| 4:02 |
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| 6. |
| 4:22 |
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| 7. |
| 4:46 | 
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You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY
With your wings frayed and torn, Laughter's your's so is scorn As they point to you in shame. You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY With your wings near fire, But confess when your tire, Is the candle worth the flame? Your Queen of the Night But with morning's early light There's not a hear to really call your own; So before it's too late, Change your ways and repent, Take my love that was meant For BLACK BUTTERFLY along. You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY With your wings frayed and torn, Laughter's your's so is scorn As they point to you in shame. You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY With your wings near fire, But confess when your tire, Is the candle worth the flame? Your Queen of the Night But with morning's early light There's not a hear to really call your own; So before it's too late, Change your ways and repent, Take my love that was meant For BLACK BUTTERFLY along. |
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| 8. |
| 3:02 |
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| 9. |
| 5:04 |
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| 1. |
| 5:36 |
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Cigarette holder- wich wigs me
over her shoulder - she digs me out cattin' - that satin doll Baby shall we go - out skippin' careful amigo - you're flippin' speaks latin - that satin doll She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me Telephone numbers - well you know doing my rhumbas - with uno and that'n my satin doll. |
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| 2. |
| 4:57 |
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Driftin' Dreamin'
In an Azure mood, Stardust gleamin' Thru my solitude: Here in my seclusion, You're a blue illusion While I'm in this Azure interlude. I'm not wanted I'm so all alone; Always haunted By the dreams I own; But, though I m tormented I must be contented Driftin' Dreamin' In an Azure mood! Driftin' Dreamin' In an Azure mood, Star dust gleamin' Thru my solitude: Here in my seclusion, You're a blue illusion While I'm in this Azure interlude! |
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| 3. |
| 6:52 |
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| 4. |
| 3:22 |
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Perdido,
I look for my heart It's perdido I lost it way down in Torito The day the fiesta started Bolero, I sway that they play the Bolero I kissed me the listing sombrero And that's when my heart departed High, was the sun when I held him close Low, was the moon when we said, "Adios" Perdido My heart ever since is Perdido I know I must go to Torito To find what I lost Perdido (scat) High, was the sun when I held him close Low, was the moon when we said, "Adios" Perdido Goodnight perdido I lost perdido |
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| 5. |
| 3:30 |
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| 6. |
| 15:22 |
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| 7. |
| 9:23 |
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| 8. |
| 2:05 |
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