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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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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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Why do I just wither and forget all resistance
When you and your magic pass by My hearts in a dither dear When you're at a distance But when you are near, oh my Its not the pale moon that excites me That thrills and delights me, Oh no Its just the nearness of you It isn't your sweet conversation That brings this sensation, Oh no Its just the nearness of you When you're in my arms And I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams Came true I need no soft lights to enchant me If you'll only grant me The right To hold you ever so tight And to feel in the night The nearness of you. |
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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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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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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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I'm gonna love you
Like no one's loved you, Come rain or come shine. High as a mountain, Deep as a river, Come rain or come shine. I guess when you met me, It was just one of those things. But don't ever bet me Cause I'm gonna be true If you'll let me. You're gonna love me Like nobody's loved me, Come rain or come shine. Happy together, Unhappy together, And won't it be fine? Days may be cloudy or sunny. We're in or we're out of money. But I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine. I'm gonna love you, Like nobody's loved you, Come rain or come shine. Happy together, Unhappy together, And won't it be fine? Days may be cloudy or sunny. We're in or we're out of money. But I'm with you always. I'm with you rain or shine. |
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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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Our love is a dream
But in my reverie I can see that this love Was meant for me Only a poor fool Never schooled in the whirlpool Of romance could be so cruel As you are to me My dreams Are as worthless as tin to me Without you Life will never begin to be So love me As I love you in my reverie Make my dream a reality Let's dispense with formality Come to me in my reverie My reverie |
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Spring will be a little late this year
A little late arriving in my lonely world over here For you have left me and where is our April [Incomprehensible] old? You have left me and winter continues cold As if to say spring will be a little slow to start A little slow reviving that music it made in my heart Yes, time heals all things so I needn't cling to this fear It's merely that spring will be a little late this year Spring will be a little late this year A little slow reviving that music it made in my heart Yes, time heals all things so I needn't cling to this fear It's merely that spring will be a little late, a little late this year |
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Perdido, I look for my heart it's perdido
I lost it way down in Torido While chancing a dance fiesta Bolero, he glanced as I danced the Bolero He said taking off his sombrero: 'Let's meet for a sweet fietsa' High was the sun when we first came close Low was the moon when we said adios Perdido, since then has my heart been perdido I know I must go to Torido, that yearning to lose perdido I look for my heart it's perdido I lost it way down in Torido He glanced as I danced the Bolero He smiled as he tipped his sombrero High was the moon when we first came close Low was the moon when we said adios Since then has my heart been perdido I must go to Torido, that yearning telude Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido The day the fiesta started Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido That's when my heart departed It's perdido! |
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