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| 5:28 | 
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| 5:29 | 
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Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight
Good morning heartache, thought we said goodbye last night I turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone But here you are with the dawn Wish I'd forget you, but you're here to stay It seems I met you when my love went away Now everyday I start by saying to you Good morning heartache, what's new Stop haunting me now Can't chase you no how Just leave me alone I've got those Monday blues Straight through Sunday blues Good morning heartache, here we go again Good morning heartache, you're the one who knew me when Might as well get used to you hanging around Good morning heartache, sit down Stop haunting me now Can't chase you no how Just leave me alone I've got those Monday blues Straight through Sunday blues Good morning heartache, here we go again Good morning heartache, you're the one who knew me when Might as well get used to you hanging around Good morning heartache, sit down |
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| 6:20 |
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My old flame
I can't even think of his name But it's funny now and then How my thoughts go flashing back again To my old flame My old flame My new lovers all seem so tame For I haven't met a gent So innocent or elegant As my old flame I've met so many men With fascinating ways A fascinating gaze in their eyes Some who sent me up to the skies But their attempts at love Were only imitations of My old flame I can't even think of his name But I'll never be the same Until I discover what became Of my old flame I've met so many men With fascinating ways A fascinating gaze in their eyes Some who sent me up to the skies But their attempts at love Were only imitations of My old flame I can't even think of his name But I'll never be the same Until I discover what became Of my old flame |
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| 4. |
| 4:56 |
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| 5. |
| 4:40 |
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At last, my love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song Oh, yeah, at last The skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up in clovers The night I looked at you I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found a thrill to rest my cheek to A thrill that I have never known Oh, yeah when you smile, you smile Oh, and then the spell was cast And here we are in heaven For you are mine At last |
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| 5:27 |
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The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly Then you and I came wandering by And lost in a sigh were we The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly Your arms opened wide and closed me inside You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly |
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| 6:35 |
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| 8. |
| 6:26 |
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| 9. |
| 4:21 |
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You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea Cast a spell over me Still I say to myself get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it never can be You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise Like a summer with a thousand Julys You intoxicate my soul with your eyes Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance You go to my head You go to my head |
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| 6:00 |
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I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight And I want a Sunday kind of love Oh yea yea I want a a love that's on the square Can't seem to find somebody Someone to care And I'm on a lonely road that leads to no where I need a Sunday kind of love I do my Sunday dreaming, Oh yea And all my Sunday scheming Every minute, every hour, every day Oh I'm hoping to discover A certain kind of lover Who will show me the way And my arms need someone Someone to enfold To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold Love for all my life to have and to hold Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love Oh yea yea yea I don't want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea I want a Sunday Sunday I want a Sunday kind of love Oh yea Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of love |
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| 5:48 |
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| 12. |
| 4:49 |
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