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1966 |
1. | Begin The Beguine |
2. | You Came A Long Way From St. Louis |
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4. | It's Magic |
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6. | Georgia On My Mind |
7. | Hello Young Lovers |
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9. | The Nearness Of You |
10. | When I Fall In Love |
11. | If Ever I Would Leave You |
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13. | That Old Black Magic |
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You Came A Long Way From St. Louis |
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How white the ever constant moon, take care, my foolish heart! There's a line between love and fascination, That's hard to see on an evening such as this, For they give the very same sensation. When you are lost in the passion of a kiss. Your lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish heart! But should our eager lips combine, then let the fire start. For this time it isn't fascination, or a dream that will fade and fall apart, It's love
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I know that someday ya' gonna want me to want you
When I'm in love with somebody new
You'll expect me, you'll expect to be true
And to go on wantin' you, although
I'm feelin' blue, you'd think I can't forget you.
Until someday, you know,
Ya' gonna want me, baby, to want you
When I'm in love
When I'm in love with somebody new
And though you don't want me
You don't want me now
You know I'll get along somehow
And then, I won't, and I won't want you.
Although you do not want me now
Oh, little baby, I'm gonna get along somehow
And then, I won't, and then, I won't want you.
Listen to me when I talk to you, honey!
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And I'll take with me the warmth of thee
A taste of honey
Tasting much sweeter than wine
I leave behind my heart to wear
And may it always remind you of
A taste of honey
Tasting much sweeter than wine
I'll return, I will return
I'll come back for the honey and you
He ne'er came back to his love so fair
And so she died dreaming of his kiss
His kiss was honey
Tasting more bitter than wine
I'll return, I will return
I'll come back for the honey and you
I'll come back for the honey and you.
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If Ever I Would Leave You |
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When the twilight is gone and no songbirds are singing
When the twilight is gone you come into my heart
And here in my heart you will stay while I pray
My prayer is to linger with you
At the end of the day in a dream that's divine
My prayer is a rapture in blueWith the world far away
and your lips close to mine
Tonight while our hearts are aglow
Oh, Why don't you to tell me the words that I'm longing to know
My prayer and the answer you give
May they still be the same for as long as we live
That you'll always be there
at the end of my prayer
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