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And now we are one. Let my soul rest in peace. At last it is done. My soul has been released For thousands of years. My soul has roamed the earth. In search of you. So that someday I could give
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Jacques Brel, Jouannest, Eric Blau, Mort Shuman. . They hold each others hands. They walk without a sound. Down forgotten streets. Their shadows kiss the ground. Their footsteps. Sing a song.
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(1968) Randy Newman. . Broken windows and empty hallways. A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray. Human kindness is overflowing. And I think it's going to rain today. . Scarecrows dress
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If I should lose you, the stars would fall from the skies. If I should lose you, the leaves would wither and die. The birds in May time would sing a lonely refrain And I would wander around hating t
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Rudy Stevenson. . Ain't no use baby. I'm leaving the scene. Ain't no use baby. You're too doggone mean. . Yes I'm tired of paying dues. Having the blues. Hitting bad news. Ain't no use baby.
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One more. Sunday in Savannah. Hear the whole creation shoutin'. Praise the Lord. See them flinging out the banner. While the congregation says amen. . Young folk. Tendin' Sunday School. They
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Tony Mckay. . Exuma. You hear. We gotta take our time. Gettin' this one started. Hey mamma soul mamma soul papa. Hey soul body soul body soul body. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey yah gonna
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And now we are one. Let my soul rest in peace. At last it is done. My soul has been released For thousands of years. My soul has roamed the earth. In search of you. So that someday I could give
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My skin is black. My arms are long. My hair is woolly. My back is strong. Strong enough to take the pain. Inflicted again and again. What do they call me. My name is Aunt Sarah. My name is Aun
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(1966) Sandy Denny. . Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving. But how can they know it's time for them to go?. Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming. I have no thought of ti
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Original French Lyric. . Il faut savoir encore sourire. Quand le meilleur s'est retirГ©. Et qu'il ne rest que le pire. Dans une vie prГЄte Г pleurer. Il faut savoir coыte que coыte. Garder tou
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Traditional. . There is a balm in Gilead. To make the wounded whole. There is a balm in Gilead. To heal the sin-sick soul. . Repeat previous. . If you can pray like Peter. If you can preach
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Andy Stroud. . Be my husband man I be your wife. Be my husband man I be your wife. Be my husband man I be your wife. Loving all of you the rest of your life yeah. . If you promise me you'll be
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You're nothing but a dirty, dirty old man. You do your thinking with a one track mind. Keep talkin' about heaven glory. But on your face is a different story Clean up your rap your story's getting
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I knew a man Bojangles. And he danced for you. In worn out shoes. With silver hair, a ragged shirt. And baggy pants, the old soft shoe. He jumped so high, he jumped so high. Then he lightly touc
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Marriage Is For Old Folks. Mort Shuman, Leon Carr. I love dancing. Crazy romancing. Fellas advancing constantly. Marriage is for old folks. Old folks, not for me!. One husband. One wife. Whad
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Bennie Benjamin, Sol Marcus. . I who never had much I now have a treasure. A love too great to measure. I am blessed with happiness. And I'm done with loneliness. . I who walked all alone not r
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Jacques Brel, Jouannest, Eric Blau, Mort Shuman. . They hold each others hands. They walk without a sound. Down forgotten streets. Their shadows kiss the ground. Their footsteps. Sing a song.
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Bob Dylan. . I take. Just like a woman. Yes I do. And I make love. Just like a woman. And I ache. Just like a woman. But I break. Like a little girl. . Nobody here feels any pain. Tonight
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When life seems full of clouds and rain. I am filled with an awkward pain. Who soothes my achin', thumpin' brain?. - Nobody. . When winter comes with snow and sleet. I'm so tired with cold feet.
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Traditional. . Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face is like roses so fair. He's the prettiest face. And the neatest of hands. I love the ground on where he stands. . Oh I love m
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Randy Newman. . Beat-up little seagull. On a marble stair. Tryin' to find the ocean. Lookin' everywhere. . Hard times in the city. In a hard town by the sea. Ain't nowhere to run to. There a
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