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1. | September Song |
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3. | I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) |
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9. | Serenata |
10. | I'm Lost |
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12. | Don't Go |
13. | Everything Happens to Me |
14. | The Game of Love |
15. | Guess I'll Go Back Home |
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(Jerome Kern, Dorothy Fields)
Pick yourself up...
Take a deep breath...
Dust yourself off
And start all over again.
Nothing's impossible, I have found
For when my chin is on the ground.
I pick myself up,
Dust myself off
And start all over again.
Don't lose your confidence
If you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
And pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off
And start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired
Until the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But you'll be a man, my son.
Will you remember the famous men
Who had to fall to rise again
They picked themselves up
Dust themselves off
And start'd all over again.
~interlude~
Work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But you'll be a man, my son.
Will you remember the famous men
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath...
Pick yourself up...
Dust yourself off
And start all over again.
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I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) |
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Let there be you,
Let there be me.
Let there be oysters
Under the sea.
Let there be wind,
An occasional rain.
Chile con carne,
Sparkling champagne --
Let there be birds
To sing in the trees,
Someone to bless me
Whenever I sneeze.
Let there be cuckoos,
A lark and a dove,
But first of all, please --
Let there be love.
~interlude~
Let there be cuckoos,
A lark and a dove,
But first of all, please --
Let there be love...
Hmmm umm...love
Hmmm umm...love
Let there be love.
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(B. Davis, D. Wolf)
Gone and got the blues in Paris,
Paris blues called Azure-te.
How can I be blue in Paris?
Easy, 'cause you're far away.
Can't lose this blues,
This Azure-te.
Moments, springtime, Eiffel Tower,
Funny taxes, kids at play.
Paris without you is lonesome,
Yearning more and more each day.
Can't lose this blues,
This Azure-te.
~interlude~
If you knew how much I need you,
You'd come back to me to stay.
Having you with me in Paris
Really is the only way
To lose this blues,
This Azure-te.
Can't lose this blues,
This Azure-te.
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(Newman/Spencer/DeLange)
Lost April,
Where did you go?
Like winter's snow,
I saw you vanish.
Lost April,
So soft and warm.
A memory
Not even time can banish.
Lost April,
That taught me this.
A single kiss
Could lead to heaven.
But April had numbered days,
So when they passed,
Love couldn't last.
I lost love and you,
And April, too.
~interlude~
So when they passed,
Love couldn't last.
I lost love and you,
And April, too.
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(D. Kahn, S. Styme)
This is the end of a beautiful friendship,It ended a moment ago.This is the end of a beautiful friendship, I know, 'Cause your eyes told me so.
We've always been Like sister and brother, Until tonight, When we looked at each other.
That was the end of a beautiful friendship,And just the beginning of love.
~interlude~
That was the end of a beautiful friendship, And just the beginning of love!
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Oh it's often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought and time and rhyme
To make a poem sing
With music and words I've been playing
For you I have written this song
To be sure you known what I'm saying
I'll translate as I go along
Fly me to the moon,
And let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like,
On jupiter and mars.
In other words, hold my hand,
In other words, darling kiss me.
Fill my heart with song,
And let me sing forever more,
You are all I long for,
All I worship and adore,
In other words, please be true,
In other words, I love you.
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Fill my heart with song,
And let me sing forever more,
You are all I long for,
All I worship and adore,
In other words, please be true,
In other words, I love you.
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(M. Gordon, H. Revel)
Oh...there's a lull in my life.
It's just a void, an empty space,
When you are not in my embrace.
Oh...there's a lull in my life.
The moment that you go away,
There is no night, there is no day.
The clock stops ticking,
The world stops turning.
Everything stops
But that flame in my heart
That keeps burning...burning...
Oh...there's a lull in my life.
No matter I may pretend,
I know that you alone can end
The ache in my heart,
The call of my arms...
The lull in my life.
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