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Raining again. I ought to get out from under. Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I don't wonder at all And as for loving again. Somewhere somebody might need me. But where would it lead me?. I'd just
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Living for you is easy living. It's easy to live when you're in love. And I'm so in love. There is nothing in life but you I never regret the years that I'm giving. They're easy to give when you'r
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(mel larson/jerry marcellino/hal davis) This is my place. And I wanna share it with you I got myself a place to dream. I touch the wind. Caress the sea. And I want you there. To hold me. To love
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This house is built. On a foundation of love. Oh, baby, this house is built. On a foundation of love, of love Our toys are in the attic, baby. Pictures on the wall. See our memories from the days
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(malvina reynolds/allan greene/harry belafonte) Where are you going my little one, little one. Where are you going my baby my own. Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn aro
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You say you're steady and you're committed. But last night you weren't around when I needed you. You keep on talkin', but I need action. This divided affection just won't do I hate to give you an u
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I'm workin' overtime, dedicated to you. Gonna cross that thin line, hope you don't disapprove. 'Cause I'm workin' overtime, got to make a new start. 'Cause I'm workin' overtime, workin' hard Boy, y
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(john lennon/paul mccartney) Here come old flat top. He come grooving up slowly. He got joo joo eyeball. He one holy roller. He got hair down to his knee. I got to be a joker. He just do what he
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots. Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gall
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I was born from love. And my poor mother worked the mines. I was raised on the Good Book Jesus. Till I read between the lines. Now I don't believe I wanna see the morning. . Going down the stone
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Fancy me. Thought I had my degree. In life and how love. Ought to be a run I had a one step plan to prove it. Guide in my pocket for fools. Folly and fun. Love had to show me one thing I was so
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots. Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gall
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