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| 2. |
| 3:06 |
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| 3. |
| 2:48 | 
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Night and stars above that shine so bright
The mystery of their fading light That shines upon our Caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the sands so I may keep The memory of our Caravan This is so exciting, you are so inviting Resting in my arms Thrill to the magic, the magic of your charms You beside me here beneath the blue My dream of love is coming true Within our desert Caravan This is so exciting, you are so inviting Resting in my arms Thrill to the magic, the magic of your charms Night and stars above that shine so bright The mystery of their fading light That shines upon our Caravan That shines upon our Caravan Oooh |
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| 4. |
| 5:10 |
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| 5. |
| 6:32 |
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| 6. |
| - |
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| 7. |
| 3:00 |
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| 8. |
| 2:52 |
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| 9. |
| 4:53 |
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| 10. |
| 5:12 |
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| 11. |
| 2:49 |
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| 12. |
| 4:47 |
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In the dark of deepest night
there comes a haunting sigh floating down from somewhere on high, oh, what a lonely lullaby You'll hear a symphony in blue when ever BOY MEETS HORN, you'll hear a melody so new when BOY MEETS HORN; low and oh, so sweet that it seems It's like the mellow music from another world of dreams; you'll hear a strange and tender whenever BOY MEETS HORN, and when the music in the moonlight greets the morn, you'll see him standing way above the crowd and rockin on a cloud whenever BOY MEETS HORN. You'll hear a symphony in blue when ever BOY MEETS HORN, you'll hear a melody so new when BOY MEETS HORN; low and oh, so sweet that it seems It's like the mellow music from another world of dreams; you'll hear a strange and tender whenever BOY MEETS HORN, and when the music in the moonlight greets the morn, you'll see him standing way above the crowd and rockin on a cloud whenever BOY MEETS HORN. |
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| 13. |
| 3:04 |
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| 14. |
| 3:19 |
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| 15. |
| 2:57 |
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| 16. |
| 4:40 |
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| 17. |
| 4:32 |
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| 18. |
| 2:13 |
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| 19. |
| 3:16 |
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I never cared much for moonlit skies
I never wink back at fireflies But now that the stars are in your eyes I'm beginning to see the light I never went in for afterglow Or candlelight on the mistletoe But now when you turn the lamp down low I'm beginning to see the light Used to ramble through the park Shadowboxing in the dark Then you came and caused a spark That's a four-alarm fire now I never made love by lantern-shine I never saw rainbows in my wine But now that your lips are burning mine I'm beginning to see the light |
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| 1:50 |
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