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| 2:59 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:15 | 
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Summertime
and the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is fine Oh your Daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin' So hush little baby don't you cry One of these mornings You're goin' to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky But till that morning There's a nothin' can harm you With daddy and mammy standin' by One of these mornings You're goin' to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky But till that morning There's a nothin' can harm you With daddy and mammy standin' by standin' by |
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| 3. |
| 3:26 |
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| 4. |
| 2:59 |
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Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before To think of what we've been and not to kiss again Seems like pretending it isn't the ending Two friends drifting apart Two friends, but one broken heart We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died |
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| 3:02 |
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Oh, why is it I spend the day
Wake up and end the day thinking of you? Oh, why does it do this to me? Is it such bliss to be thinking of you? And when I fall asleep at night It seems you just tip-toe into all my dreams So I think of no other one Ever since I've begun thinking of you When I fall asleep at night It seems, you just tip-toe into all my dreams So I think of no other one Ever since I've begun day in, day out Without a doubt I'll be thinking, thinking of you |
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| 6. |
| 3:06 |
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Brooks Bowman
East of the sun and west of the moon, We'll build a dream house of love Near to the sun in a day, near to the moon at night, We'll live in a lovely way dear Living our love in memory Just you and I, forever and a day, Love will not die, we'll keep it that way, Up among the stars we'll find A harmony of life, too lovely tune East of the sun and west of the moon, dear, East of the sun and west of the moon. Just you and I we'll build a dream house so lovely |
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| 4:08 |
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The dawn is filled with dreams
So many dreams, which one is mine? One must be right for me Which dream of all the dreams? When there's a dream for every star And there are oh so many stars, so many stars The wind is filled with songs So many songs, which one is mine? One must be right for me Which song of all the songs Where there's a song for every star? And there are oh so many stars, so many stars Along the countless days The endless nights that I have searched So many eyes, so many hearts, so many smiles Which one to choose? Which way to go? How can I tell? How will I know? Out of oh so many stars, so many stars So many smiles Which one to choose? Which way to go? How can I tell? How will I know? Out of oh so many stars, so many stars So many stars, so many stars |
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| 8. |
| 3:11 |
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I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever, But I know it isn't spring. I'm starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing. Oh, why should I have spring fever When it isn't even spring? I keep wishing I were somewhere else, Walking down a strange new street. Hearing words that I have never heard From a man I've yet to meet. I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing. I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing. But I feel so gay, In a melancholy way, That it might as well be spring. And that's why I feel this way, And yet I know it's not spring today, But it might as well be spring. |
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| 9. |
| 3:19 |
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| 10. |
| 2:24 |
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I remember other days how I used to weep
Over things you said to me; I couldn't even sleep You forgot your promises, every single vow All you did was laugh at me, but things are different now I cried for you; now it's your turn to cry over me Every road has a turning That's one thing you're learning I cried for you; what a fool I used to be Now I found two eyes just a little bit bluer I found a heart just a little bit truer I cried for you; now it's your turn to cry over me How can I forget the hours that I worried through Wondering the live long day just what next thing to do? In those days you never thought anything of me But the slave that was all yours and now at last is free I cried for you; now it's your turn to cry over me Every road has a turning That's one thing you're learning I cried for you; what a fool I used to be Now I found two eyes just a little bit bluer I found a heart just a little bit truer I cried for you; now it's your turn to cry over me |
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| 3:16 |
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I'm feelin' mighty lonesome,
haven't slept a wink; I walk the floor from nine to four in between I drink Black coffee love's a hand-me-down brew. I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday room. I'm talkin to the shadows one o'clock till four, And Lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour Black coffee since the blues caught my eye; I'm hangin' out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry. (Bridge) Now man is born to come a-lovin', And a woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes. I'm moanin' all the mornin', moanin' all the night And in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight. Black coffee feelin' low as the ground. It's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby 'Til he come around, 'til he come around |
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| 12. |
| 4:43 |
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| 13. |
| 2:48 |
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| 14. |
| 3:09 |
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| 15. |
| 2:53 |
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You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me? Gee, honey, it seems to me You love to see me cryin' I don't know why I stay home each night When you say you phone You don't and I'm left alone. Sing the blues and sighin' You treat me coldly each day in the year You always scold me Whenever somebody is near, dear I must be great fun to be mean to me You shouldn't, for can't you see What you mean to me |
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| 5:44 |
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