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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With every
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Soft as the voice of an angel, breathing a lesson unheard. Hope with a gentle persuasion, whispers her comforting word. Wait till the darkness is over, wait till the tempest is done. Hope for the s
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An empty glass. Another coin in the jukebox. This pain inside. Keeps hurtin' on and on The music starts. A blue-blue song is playin'. You don't need me anymore. Now I'm alone But the guy. Who w
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Missing you can't help but wish. That you were in my arms tonight making love to me. Kissing you that's all I want to do. It never seems just right now that we're apart I always spend my time just
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Out where the bright lights are glowing. You're drawn like a moth to a flame. You laugh while the wine's over flowing. While I sit and whisper your name Four walls to hear me. Four walls to see.
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Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you. You're so like that lady with the mystic smile. Is it only 'cause you're lonely, they have blamed you. For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile? Do you
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This is the story of love that came undone. . This is the story of two men and a gun of two men and a gun. . A man that I'd never met stole my wife and son. . But that's been nearly three years
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Blue boy. That's what they call me. 'Cause I'm so lonely. Since I lost you Blue boy. I'm known as blue boy. You found a new boy. And now we're through I had a twinkle in my eye. When our sweet
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It was many and many a year ago. In a kingdom by the sea. That a maiden there lived whom you may know. By the name of Annabel Lee And this maiden she lived with no other thought. Than to love and
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Adios amigo, adios my friend. The road we have travelled has come to an end. When two love the same love, one love has to lose. And it's you who she longs for, it's you she will choose Adios compad
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Precious memories, unseen angels. Sent from somewhere to my soul. How they linger ever near me. And the sacred past unfold Precious memories how they linger. How they ever flood my soul?. In the
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There's a funny little man in my hometown. His age is ninety three. He's a cute little man with a funny little grin. You'll love him, yes siree. . He'll tell you tales of Buffalo Bill. And thing
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Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,. It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come
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A rose should be where the sun shines through. Not where the wine is red and the smoke is blue. A rose should be blooming in the light. Not in a rendezvous, blooming in the night And you are a rose