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Stars shining bright above you.
Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you,' Birds singing in the sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me. Say nighty-night and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me. Stars fading, but I linger on, dear, Still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger 'till dawn, dear, Just saying this: Sweet dreams 'till sunbeams find you, Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams, whatever they be. Dream a little dream of me. |
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Isn't it rich?
Aren't we a pair? Me here at last on the ground You in mid-air Send in the clowns Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around One who can't move Where are the clowns Send in the clowns Just when I stopped, I stopped openin' doors Finally knowin' the one that I really wanted was yours Making my entrance again and again with my usual flair Sure of my lines, no one is there Don't you love farce? My fault I fear I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry my dear But where are the clowns Quick send in the clowns Don't bother they're here Isn't it rich, isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career And where are the clowns? They are all to be clowns Well may be next year, isn't it rich? I'll repair, isn't it rich? |
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My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is the case When I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui And I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face Chorus: I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you Some get a kick from cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrifically too But I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me I get a kick though it's clear to me, you obviously don't adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick out of you |
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the more i see you the more i want yousomehow this feeling just grows and growswith every sigh i become more mad about you more loves without you and so it goesCan you imagine how much I love you the more i see you as years go by i know the only one for me can only be you my arms won't free you my heart won't try Can you imagine how much I love you the more i see you as years go by i know the only one for me can only be you my arms won't free you my heart won't try my arms won't free you my heart won't try |
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