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The song is ended. But the melody lingers on. You and the song are gone. But the melody lingers on The night was splendid. And the melody seemed to say. Summer will pass away. Take your
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Song Good Morning Heartache - Ella Fitzgerald. Good morning heartache. You old gloomy sight. Good morning heartache. Thought we said goodbye last night. I turned and tossed until it seems you have
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Song Miss Otis Regrets (She's Unable to Lunch Today) (Live) - Ella Fitzgerald. Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today, madam,. Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today. She is sorry
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Johnny could only sing one note. And the note he sang was this Ah, poor Johnny one note sang out with gusto. And just overlorded the place. Poor Johnny one note, yelled willy nilly. Until he was
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Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned. The old traditional Spanish tunes. The Neapolitan street song sighs. You think of Italian skies. . Each nation has a creative vein. Originating a native
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My thoughts go back to a heavenly dance. A moment of bliss we spent. Our hearts were filled with a song of romance. As into the night we went. And sang to our hearts' content. . The song is
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me could it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the knife?. . Oh, what's the next chorus?. To this song, now. This is the one, now. I don't know. But it was a swinging tune. And it's a hit tune
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me could it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the knife?. . Oh, what's the next chorus?. To this song, now. This is the one, now. I don't know. But it was a swinging tune. And it's a hit tune
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it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the Knife? Oh what's the next chorus, to this song, now. This is the one, now I don't know. But it was a swinging tune and it's a hit tune. So we tried to do
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it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the Knife? Oh what's the next chorus, to this song, now. This is the one, now I don't know. But it was a swinging tune and it's a hit tune. So we tried to do
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You keep coming back. Like a song. A song that keeps. Saying, remember The sweet used-to-be. That was once you and me. Keeps coming back. Like an old melody The perfume of. Roses in May
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me could it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the knife?. . Oh, what's the next chorus?. To this song, now. This is the one, now. I don't know. But it was a swinging tune. And it's a hit tune
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me could it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the knife?. . Oh, what's the next chorus?. To this song, now. This is the one, now. I don't know. But it was a swinging tune. And it's a hit tune
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me could it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the knife?. . Oh, what's the next chorus?. To this song, now. This is the one, now. I don't know. But it was a swinging tune. And it's a hit tune
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me could it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the knife?. . Oh, what's the next chorus?. To this song, now. This is the one, now. I don't know. But it was a swinging tune. And it's a hit tune
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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with Bing and Frank and Nat. On everything from jazz to scat. You bet your bottom dollar that you want to swing. Hearing Ella sing. . Hear that bard then that word. Ain't no sound like the one
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moon 'How high the moon'. Is the name of the song. How high the moon Though the words may be wrong. We're singing it because you ask for it. So we're singing it just for you How high the moon. Does
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The moon and you appear to be. So near and yet so far from me. And here am I on a night in June. Reaching for the moon and you I wonder if we'll ever meet. My song of love is incomplete. I'm
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glide and sway. Savoy, let me stomp away with you Boo ba di ba di di bo bo bo (Savoy) the home of sweet romance. (Savoy) wins you at a glance. (Swing it Ella) happy feet. A chance to dance at the
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Song The Prisoners Song - Johnny Cash. I wish I had someone to love me someone to call me their own. I wish I had someone to live with cause I'm tired of livin' alone. I'll be carried to the new jail
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blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing. The saddest kind o' song. He knows things are wrong. And he's right From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe. Wherever the four winds
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Let's build a stairway to the stars. And climb that stairway to the stars. With love beside us. To fill the night with a song. . We'll hear the sound of violins. Out yonder where the blue
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We meet and the angels sing. The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard. You speak and the angels sing. Or am I breathing music into every word?. . Suddenly, the setting is strange. I can
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me could it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the knife?. . Oh, what's the next chorus?. To this song, now. This is the one, now. I don't know. But it was a swinging tune. And it's a hit tune
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me could it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the knife?. . Oh, what's the next chorus?. To this song, now. This is the one, now. I don't know. But it was a swinging tune. And it's a hit tune
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me could it be, could it be, could it be. Mack the knife?. . Oh, what's the next chorus?. To this song, now. This is the one, now. I don't know. But it was a swinging tune. And it's a hit tune
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Let's build a stairway to the stars. And climb that stairway to the stars. With love beside us. To fill the night with a song We'll hear the sound of violins. Out yonder where the blue begins
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your fall. The folks thought he'd call a great victory ball. But he asked the band to play the song Dixie. For you Johnny Reb and all that you believed 'Cause you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny
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