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It seems we stood and talked like this before
We looked at each other in the same way then But I can't remember where or when The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore The smile you are smiling you were smiling then But I can't remember where or when Some things that happened for the first time Seem to be happening again And so it seems that we have met before And laughed before, and loved before But who knows where or when Some things that happened for the first time Seem to be happening again And so it seems that we have met before And laughed before, and loved before But who knows where or when Who knows where or when |
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| 2. |
| 4:06 |
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I search for phrases to sing your praises
But there aren't any magic adjectives To tell you all you are You're just too marvelous, too marvelous For words like glorious, glamorous And that old standby amorous It's all too wonderful, I'll never find the words That say enough, tell enough I mean they just aren't swell enough You're much, too much and just too very, very To ever be in Webster's dictionary and so I'm borrowing a love song from the birds To tell you that you're marvelous Too marvelous for words |
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| 3. |
| 4:48 |
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I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune He whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns, his ups, his downs Are second nature to me now Like breathing out and breathing in I was serenely independent and content before we met Surely I could always be that way again and yet I've grown accustomed to his looks, accustomed to his voice Accustomed to his face I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've gotten used to hear him say Good morning everyday His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows Are second nature to me now Like breathing out, breathing in I'm very glad he's a man and so easy to forget Rather like a habit one can always break and yet I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air Accustomed to his face |
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| 4. |
| 4:54 |
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Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes each girl, he passes goes, ah When he walks, he's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when he passes each girl, he passes goes, ah Oh, but I watch him so sadly How can I tell him, "I love him?" Yes, I would give my heart gladly But each day, when he walks to the sea He looks straight ahead, not at me Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, I smile but he doesn't see No, he doesn't see, he doesn't see me Oh, but I watch him so sadly How can I tell him, "I love him?" Yes, I would give my heart gladly But each day, when he walks to the sea He looks straight ahead, not at me Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes,I smile but he doesn't see He just doesn't see, he just doesn't see |
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| 5. |
| 5:03 |
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If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Foolish pride Is all that I have left So let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by I just can`t get over losing you And so if I seem broken and blue Walk on by, walk on by Make believe That you don`t see the tears Just let me grieve In private `cause each time I see you I break down and cry And walk on by And walk on by And walk on by(*반복) Make believe That you don`t see the tears Just let me grieve In private `cause each time I see you I break down and cry And walk on by |
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| 6. |
| 5:47 | 
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| 7. |
| 2:46 |
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Este seu olhar
Quando encontra o meu Fala de umas coisas Que eu Nao posso acreditar Doce e sonhar E pensar que voce Gosta de mim Como eu de voce Mas a ilusao Quando se desfaz Doi no coracao De quem sonhou Sonhou demais Ah Se eu Pudesse entender O que dizem Os seus olhos |
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| 8. |
| 3:52 |
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Someone to hold me tight
That would be very nice Someone to love me right That would be very nice Someone to understand each little dream in me Someone to take my hand and be a team with me So nice life would be so nice If one day i find Someone who would take my hand and samba through life with me Someone to cling to me stay with me right or wrong Someone to sing to me some little samba song Someone to take my heart and give his heart to me Someone who's ready to give love a start with me Oh yes that would be so nice, nice Should it be you and me I could see it would be nice Someone to cling to me stay with me right or wrong Someone to sing to me some little samba song Someone to take my heart and give his heart to me Someone who's ready to give love a start with me Oh yes, life would be so nice, nice Should it be you and me I could see it would nice |
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| 9. |
| 4:46 |
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Quiet nights of quiet stars
Quiet cords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams Quiet walks by quiet streams And the window looking on the mountains and the sea how lovely This is where i want to be Here with you so close to me Until the final flicker of life's ember I who was lost and lonely Believing life was only A bitter tragic joke Have found with you The meaning of existence Oh my love This is where i want to be Here with you so close to me Until the final flicker of life's ember I who was lost and lonely Believing life was only A bitter tragic joke Have found with you The meaning of existence Oh my love |
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| 10. |
| 4:59 |
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| 11. |
| 4:30 |
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I can think of younger days when living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do. I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow,, And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round? How can you mend a this broken man? How can a loser ever win? Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again,, I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees And misty memories do days gone by We could never see tomorrow, noone said a word about the sorrow,, And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round? How can you mend this broken man? How can a loser ever win? Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again,, |
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| 12. |
| 5:18 |
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Every time we say goodbye, I die a little
Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know Think so little of me, they allow you to go When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it There's no love song finer, but how strange The change from major to minor, every time we say goodbye When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it There's no love song finer, then how strange The change from major to minor, every time we say goodbye |
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