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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With every
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Come on, Incomprehensible wail. Come on and wail, cotton tail. Benny Webster, come on Incomprehensible. Hug and blow for me That's cotton tail
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Blue skies. Smiling at me. Nothing but blue skies. Do I see Bluebirds. Singing a song. Nothing but bluebirds. All day long Never saw the sun shining so bright. Never saw things going so right.
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We'll have a blue room. A new room for two room. Where every day's a holiday. Because you're married to me Not like a ballroom. A small room, a hall room. Where you can smoke your pipe away. Wit
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Funny the way that I feel now. Can't keep my feet on the ground. Everything seems unreal now. When you're not around Day dream. Why do you haunt me so?. Deep in a rosy glow. The face of my love
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Another bride, another June. Another sunny honeymoon. Another season, another reason. For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice. The groom is nervous, he answers twice. It's really killin'
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When day is gone and night comes on. Until the dawn what do I do?. I clasp your hand and wander through slumber land. Dream dancing with you We dance between a sky serene. And fields of green spar
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Petootie Pie, Petootie Pie. You're my Petootie, sugar fruity, dreamy pie. I crave and cram your special jam. You underrated, solidated superman And every gal who passes. Just looks and hollers 'oo
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(scat intro). They call it that jersey bounce. A rhythm that really counts. The temperature always mounts. Wherever they play, the funny rhythm they play It started on journal square. And somebod
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Let's get away from sleigh bells. Let's get away from snow. Let's make a break some Christmas, dear. I know the place to go How'd ya like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?. How'd ya like to
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I'm out doin' the usual places. And I'm livin' it, like young. Then I dig me this face of all faces. He's the craziest, like young. . He drinks coffee at Cafe Espresso. He reads Kerouac, like yo
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Our love is a dream, but in my reverie. I can see that this love was meant for me. Only a poor fool, never schooled in the whirlpool. Of romance could be so cruel as you are to me My dreams are as
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Right here pretty baby sit here on your mommas knee. I want to tell everybody how you've been sending me. Well now if that's you're secret you can keep it to yourself. Cause if you tell me you can
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