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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart. . 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in
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April in Paris. Chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris. This is the feeling. No one can ever reprise. I never knew the charm of spring. I never met it face to
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Where's the orchestra?. Wasn't this supposed to be a musical?. Here I am,. In the balcony,. How the hell could I have missed the overture?. I like the scenery. Even though, I have absolutely no
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dying. I really do fear that I'm dead. I saw it in your eyes, what I'm looking for. I saw it in your eyes, what will make me live. . All the sights of paris. Fell inside your iris. Tip the Eiffel
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dying. I really do fear that I'm dead. I saw it in your eyes, what I'm looking for. I saw it in your eyes, what will make me live. . All the sights of paris. Fell inside your iris. Tip the Eiffel
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Song Cowboy Night Herd Song - Roy Rogers, Sons Of The Pioneers. On night guard, I’m a ridin’. ‘Round a thousand bedded steers. And tonight my thoughts are slidin’. Down the trail of distant years
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The problem of leisure. What to do for pleasure. Ideal love a new purchase. A market of the senses. Dream of the perfect life. Economic circumstances. The body is good business. Sell out
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boulevards of Paris. As naked as the day that I will die. The sailors they're so charming there in Paris. But they just don't seem to sail you off my mind (yeah). It's the Honky Tonk women. Give me, give me
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circumstance. The puppeteer would pull his strings. And we would sing and dance. As the cardboard empire fell. . Stone Age Neros sat behind their desks of steel. Trading paper clips. Of our empire there
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Let me step inside these shoes. Trip awhile of the blues. Pull these strings on my hands. Playin' time with the band. I'll tie you up in a ribbon of tune. And sing a song that will send you
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. My heart switched up on me. Like a postcard from Paris. When I've seen the real thing. It's like finding out your diamond. Is from an old promise ring. Coming back from your fortune teller. She read
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Well, if you ever been to Paris and you ever missed a plane. Nothin' much to do but sit around. Think a little???? Will laugh at where you come from. Have another glass of Paris Brown. . I'm
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Well, if you ever been to Paris and you ever missed a plane. Nothin' much to do but sit around. Think a little???? Will laugh at where you come from. Have another glass of Paris Brown. . I'm
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Your only Son, no sin to hide. But You have sent Him from Your side. To walk upon this guilty sod. And to become the Lamb of God Your gift of love, they crucified. They laughed and scorned Him as
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girl if maybe they could marry. When she says, "Gladly" Horace cries for her Sunday. Everybody's at the church. When Horace rushes in and says. "Now here come my wife for the rest of my life" and she
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girl if maybe they could marry. When she says, "Gladly" Horace cries for her Sunday. Everybody's at the church. When Horace rushes in and says. "Now here come my wife for the rest of my life" and she
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From Paris to Berlin, . In every disco I get in, . My heart is pumping for love, . Pumping for love, . 'Cause when I'm thinking of you, . And all the things we could do, . My heart is pumping
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Take me back to the black hills. The black hills of Dakota. To the beautiful Indian country. That I love Lost my heart in the black hills. The black hills of Dakota. Where the pines are so high
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likes you he'll smile, and he'll say,. "Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic. But I had a good life all of the way. " And he went to Paris. Lookin' for answers to questions. That bothered
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crumpet too. . You'll pump 'em right through. Doo-wee-ooo. . Eat your shoes. Don't forget the strings. And sox. Even eat the box. Your bought 'em in. You can eat the truck. That brought 'em in
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Paris is beautiful during the summertime, I hear. Here is so dull and gray after the April snow has cleared. I keep New York in mind, rain on the streets this time of year I saw you in my mind, I
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) for your love. (Go to the end of the world) for your love, love, love oh Caroline. (Go to the end of the world) for your love. . Can you feel my heart strings?. They're on fire. You threw it all
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) for your love. (Go to the end of the world) for your love, love, love oh Caroline. (Go to the end of the world) for your love. . Can you feel my heart strings?. They're on fire. You threw it all
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. 'Till everything I say burns like cinders. Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song. In the crease of a strangling winter. It's strange to be lost, stranger to belong. On the strings of a
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-six years of perpetual motion. If he likes you hell smile and hell say. Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic. But I had a good life all the way. . Coda. And he went to paris lookin for
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mine I was a free man in Paris, I was unfettered and alive. There was nobody to call me up for favors. No one's future to decide You know I'd go back there tomorrow. But for the work I'm taking on
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You're looking for the right strings. Want to make a sound that sticks. . My voice is looking for words. And tones. That might wander around for a while. . I leave a little of me for later on
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bloody thorn Skating bullets on angel dust. In a dead sea of fluid mercury. Baby piano cries. Under your heavy index and thumb. Pull some strings let them sing The stars that shine and the stars that
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Bài hát Rhythm Of The Rain - The Cascades. Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain . Telling me just what a fool I've been . I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain . And let me be alone
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tiDreamin Of You. arSarina Paris. alSarina Paris. Seven in the morning. In the middle of dreamin of you. (Get up, get up). (A new day is calling me). Seven thirty-five. And your body is still next to
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