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| 2:18 | 
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It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone but when I see you hanging about with anyone It's not unusual to see me cry, oh I wanna' die It's not unusual to go out at any time but when I see you out and about it's such a crime if you should ever want to be loved by anyone, It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say you find it happens all the time love will never do what you want it to why can't this crazy love be mine It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone but if I ever find that you've changed at anytime it's not unusual to find out that I'm in love with you whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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| 2. |
| 2:09 |
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What's new pussycat whoa
What's new pussycat whoa oh Pussycat, pussycat, I've got flowers And lots of hours to spend time with you So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do You and your pussycat nose What's new pussycat whoa What's new pussycat whoa oh oh Pussycat, pussycat, you're so thrilling And I'm so willing to care for you So go and make up your big little pussycat eyes Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do You and your pussycat eyes What's new pussycat whoa What's new pussycat whoa oh oh Pussycat, pussycat, you're delicious And if my wishes can all come true I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do You and your pussycat eyes whoa You and your pussycat nose |
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| 3. |
| 3:07 |
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The old home town looks the sameAs I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa And down the road I look and there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of homeYes, they'll all come to meet me Arms a reaching, smiling sweetlyIt's good to touch the green green grass of home The old house is still standingtho' the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk my sweet MaryHair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of homeThen I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround meAnd I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad old PadreArm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I'll touch the green green grass of homeYes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home |
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| 2:13 |
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Now let me ask you something:
Have you ever felt that you weren't responsible for the things that you do? When the girl that you are with is just too much She is so out of sight, baby, that all you can say is: Well, all right! I'm not responsible, not responsible For anything I do when I'm with you I'm not responsible, it's impossible To be so very near and not feel part of you You've got such a hold on me You make it seem so easy, but it's true, oh yeah I get such a happy feeling Knowing that you feel the same way too Whoa..oa, baby, all right I'm not responsible, not responsible When you can make a man do what you want him to I'm not responsible, it's impossible To be so very near and not know what to do You got such a hold on me You make it seem so easy but it's true, oh yeah I get such a happy feeling Knowing that you feel the same way too I get such a happy feeling Knowing that you feel the same way too Believe me baby, etc.... |
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| 5. |
| 3:22 |
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming It's growing in the street right up through the concrete And soft and sweet and dreamin' There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul And starts a fire there and then I lose control I have to beg your pardon I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul And starts a fire there and then I lose control I have to beg your pardon I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden |
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| 2:45 |
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With these hands, I will cling to you, I'm yours forever and a day. With these hands, I will bring to you, A tender love as warm as May. With this heart I will sing to you, Long after stars have lost their glow, And with these hands, I'll provide for you, Should there be a stormy sea, I'll turn the tide for you, And I'll never, No, I'll never let you go. |
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| 2:13 | 
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| 8. |
| 2:54 |
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He always runs while others walk
He acts while other men just talk. They call him the winner who takes all And he strikes like Thunderball He knows the meaning of success His needs are more so he gives less. He looks at this world and once in all Then he strikes like Thunderball Any woman he wants, he'll get He will break any heart without regret His days of asking are all gone His fight goes on, and on, and on. But he thinks that the fight is worth it all So he strikes like Thunderballlllllll |
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| 9. |
| 3:00 |
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Last night, quietly, she walked through my mind
As I lay searching for sleep. Her soft hand reached out, she whispered my name As she brushed a tear from my cheek. And then those funny familiar forgotten feelings Started walkin' all over my mind. It's sad, so sad to watch love go bad, But a true love would not have gone wrong. I'm just thankful for the good times we've had For without them I could not go on, With all these funny familiar forgotten feelings Walkin' all over my mind. I must go on, be strong, Tho' a million teardrops may fall, Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings Stop walk' all over my mind. |
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| 10. |
| 2:30 |
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| 11. |
| 2:55 |
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I get, oh, chills and fever
Yeah, chills and fever Hmm, chills and fever Chills and fever is what you give to me Now, when you hold my hand Tell me that I'm your lover man Squeeze me and hold me tight And tell me, babe, you gonna love all night I get, oh, chills and fever Wow, chills and fever, baby, oh Chills and fever Chills and fever is what you give to me Now, when it's late at night And I wanna hold you tight I tell you that I love you, so And I never, ever, ever let you go You gimme, oh, chills and fever Wow, chills and fever Oh, babe, chills and fever Chills and fever is what you give to me All right, gal You gotta call me any time But now call runnin' wait on, shy I tell you that I love you, so And I never, ever, ever let you go You gimme, oh, chills and fever Wow, chills and fever Oh, babe, chills and fever Chills and fever is what you give to me You gimme chills and fever, babe You gimme chills and fever, honey |
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| 12. |
| 3:03 |
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| 13. |
| 4:14 |
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I've been in love
so many times Thought I knew the score But now you've treated me sorta wrong I can't take anymore And it looks like I'm never gonna Fall in love again fall in love I'm never gonna fall in love I meat it fall in love again~ All those things I heard about you I thought they were only lies But when I caught you in his arms I just broke down and cried And it looks like I'm never gonna Fall in love again fall in love No never gonna fall in love I mean it I mean it fall in love again~ I gave my heart so easily I cast aside my pride But when ya fell for someone else baby I broke up all inside and it looks like I'm never gonna fall in love again Fall in love no never gonna fall in love Please don't make me fall in love again~ |
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| 14. |
| 2:38 |
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| 15. |
| 3:09 |
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Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul" You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me comin', better step aside A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't a-get you Then the left one will You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store |
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| 3:34 |
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Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City,
And I dreamed about those cotton fields at home. I dreamed about my mother, Dear old Papa, Sister and brother, I dreamed about that girl Who's been waiting for so long. I wanna go home, I wanna go home, Oh, how I wanna go home! Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City. From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine. But by day, I make the cars, And by night I make the bars, If only they could read between the lines! {Spoken} You know, I rode a freight train north to Detroit City. After all these years, I find that I've just been wastin' my time. So I just think I'll take my foolish pride, Put on a south bound freight and ride, Goin' back to the love ones, The ones I left waitin' so far behind. I wanna go home, I wanna go home, Oh, how I want to go home. |
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| 17. |
| 2:25 |
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| 18. |
| 2:49 |
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| 19. |
| 2:58 |
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| 20. |
| 3:24 |
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Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone.
Let's pretend that we're together, all alone. I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low, And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go. Whisper to me, tell me do you love me true, Or is he holding you the way I do? Tho' love is blind, make up your mind, I've got to know, Should I hang up, or will you tell him he'll have to go? You can't say the words I want to hear While you're with another man, If you want me, answer "yes" or "no," Darling, I will understand. Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone. Let's pretend that we're together, all alone. I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low, And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go. |
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| 2:29 |
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| 22. |
| 3:04 |
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| 23. |
| 2:29 |
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| 24. |
| 3:15 |
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| 25. |
| 2:49 |
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| 26. |
| 2:08 |
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It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone but when I see you hanging about with anyone It's not unusual to see me cry, oh I wanna' die It's not unusual to go out at any time but when I see you out and about it's such a crime if you should ever want to be loved by anyone, It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say you find it happens all the time love will never do what you want it to why can't this crazy love be mine It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone but if I ever find that you've changed at anytime it's not unusual to find out that I'm in love with you whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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