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My story is much too 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. 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 yet 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 its 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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| 2. |
| 6:29 |
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In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns And a prince and a big purple bear Lives my favorite girl. Unaware of the worried frowns That we weary grown-ups all wear. In the sun she dances To silent music-songs That are spun of gold Somewhere in her own little head Then one day all too soon She’ll grow up & she’ll leave her doll And her prince & her silly old bear. When she goes they will cry As they whisper good-bye They will miss her I know but then so will I. (Solo) There is nothing that she does not have sweetest memories to cling to when she’s feeling sad. When she gets old, she will think about her pretty dolls that she never let go. Her prince charming and brown furry bear always up there, round and round, here and there, she’ll live her life like others do. She grows, she leaves home, she falls in love, she’ll have her share of sufferings like others. And some day, when she’s down and needs someone to love her, she’ll think of little friends she forgot covered in dust, nobody there to play with them, still waiting for the girl to show them the little waltz she used to dance so well. Home is the place she can find peace of mind and comfort. In the sun, she will dance, nothing to care with her old friends saying again “Will you join us for this dance one last time, little child?” |
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| 6:05 |
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As the last light glimmers
And the evening hours dim Maybe I'm too proud to utter it out loud Even though my flame burns blue As the night's descending Once again I find I'll tarry and pretend My confidential friend Will suddenly appear in view All my might Between velvet and dynamite Blow out the doors Let in the light Falling dust in the beam And a small stifled scream Alibis and decoys Were his eyes so turquoise? Covered with a lash They flatter and they flash Even though my flame burns blue If I seem a stranger I feel far from danger We tamper and we toy With passion over joy Even though my flame burns blue Even though the fire that once was desire Doesn't look for trouble or dare to flare Look now And I won't be there |
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| 4. |
| 2:17 |
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This will be my shining hour
Calm and happy and bright In my dreams, your face will flower Through the darkness of the night Like the lights of home before me Or an angel, watching o'er me This will be my shining hour 'til I'm with you again |
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| 5. |
| 5:25 |
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In the still of the night
As I gaze from my window At the moon in its flight My thoughts all stray to you In the still of the night While the world is in slumber All the times without number Darling when I say to you Do you love me, as I love you Are you my life to be, my dream come true Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill In the chill, still, of the night |
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| 6:07 |
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Dark street on a cold and windy night
Around a nameless corner comes a stray cat Blazing eyes and a tail up in the air A loner so forgotten from this world to roam about Silent but sure body moves One step is enough for him to tell the world who owns the night street No home, no one to stroke him on the back No food on a silver platter or playing with silly toys Cold rains waking him from memories Another day’s work ahead of him to go about Soft paws but confident steps One stare is enough for him to tell the world who owns the night street |
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| 5:00 |
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In one room deep gloom
Sheltering her from joys she once knew There sits a lonely woman Believing her life is through Though she once lived for laughter Days bring no spring Winter is here to stay for a while Too drained of tears for crying She’s too alone to smile Longing for her lover Wish that I could tell her Grieving too can pass and so this mood Soon will lift like a veil Some day, she’ll stray Far from the somber world of the past No more a lonely woman She’ll follow the sun at last |
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| 6:06 | 
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