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the check-out line. For one moment her eyes meet mine. I'm lifted up, lifted up, lifted up, lifted up I'm in love with the Queen of the Supermarket. Though her company cap covers her hair. Nothing
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A instrumental melody of three songs. Be. Lonely Looking Sky. Dear Father
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A instrumental melody of three songs. Be. Lonely Looking Sky. Dear Father
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of a child. . (repeat chorus). . © universal songs of polygram (bmi)
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. The crowd gets restless, they drift away. Lately no one wants to hear me play. I tried to do the songs I use to do. Ah, but then I think of you. Nobody like sad songs, ones about goodbyes,. Songs about
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one step behind you. Well, '66 seemed like the year. I was really going somewhere. I was living in San Francisco. Wearing flowers in my hair. Singing songs of kindness. So the world would understand
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ask for forgiveness. For the things that I have done. Dyin aint much of a livin for the young. . The deserts been a friend to me. It covers me by night. And a snakebites not my enemy. But it
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saw. Ten thousand people maybe more. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dare. Disturb the sound of silence. "Fool
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saw. Ten thousand people maybe more. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dare. Disturb the sound of silence. "Fool
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used to dance. And incidents arose from circumstance. One thing led to another, we were young. And we would scream together songs unsung. It was the heat of the moment. Telling me what my heart
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A vagabond dreamer, a rhymer and singer of songs. Singing to no one and nowhere to really belong. I met a beautiful lady, a pure Southern belle of the ball. Like Scarlet O'Hara loved no one but
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A vagabond dreamer, a rhymer and singer of songs. Singing to no one and nowhere to really belong. I met a beautiful lady, a pure Southern belle of the ball. Like Scarlet O'Hara loved no one but
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see? (I love you). How can I tell you about my loved one?. BLAINE & (THE WARBLERS). You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs (Ooooh). But I look around me and I see it isn't so
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The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan. In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town. As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers. Till the world
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The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan. In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town. As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers. Till the world
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You call us heathens with zero respect for the law. We are only songwriters just writing our songs and that's all. We write what we live and we live what we write is that wrong. If you think it is
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Oh babe you are the one I love,. You are the one I'm thinking of. You know it's still a long long way,. But I'll be home at the end of the day. . I'll sing my songs just for you. And I'll bring
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Oh babe you are the one I love,. You are the one I'm thinking of. You know it's still a long long way,. But I'll be home at the end of the day. . I'll sing my songs just for you. And I'll bring
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flame. What once had died shall rise again. . Winds sweep the snow, resurrecting songs of darkness. Born from the cold to light a flame within our hearts. Winds sweep the snow, resurrecting songs of
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sign that there's something you're longing to find. The miracle of love will take away your pain when the miracle of love comes your way again. Cruel is the night that covers up your fears. Tender is
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,. People hearing without listening,. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dared. Disturb the sound of silence. "Fools," said I, "You do not know –. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my
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without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. No one dare. Disturb the sound of silence. “Fools” said I, “You do not know. Silence like a cancer grow
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women sing honky tonk songs? Why don't more women sing honky-tonk songs?. About the heartaches and the tough breaks. And the men that's done 'em wrong. There are others just like me that are hurtin' to
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the worlds fall down. And you run from the dust as it covers your lungs. It's never enough for you. When the starlit sky. Comes crashing down up on this waste of a life. It's never enough for you