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Sometimes I wonder why I spend. The lonely night dreaming of a song. The melody haunts my reverie. And I am once again with you When our love was new. And each kiss an inspiration. But that was
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Writers Al Jarreau/Dave Brubeck. Al Jarreau-recording credit Blue Rondo A La Turk (Round, Round, Round) Round, round, round a melody. Round, round, round a harmony. Round, round, round a melody
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, that's my time of year. Winter's shadow, seems to disappear. Gay is swanee season,. That's the reason I can say. That I love a summer day I hear laughter, from the swimming hole. Kids out fishin
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Sometimes I wonder why I spend. The lonely night dreaming of a song. The melody haunts my reverie. And I am once again with you When our love was new. And each kiss an inspiration. But that was
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Sometimes I wonder why I spend. The lonely night dreaming of a song. The melody haunts my reverie. And I am once again with you When our love was new. And each kiss an inspiration. But that was
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What a strange meadow lark,. To be singing oh so sweetly in the park tonight,. All alone meadowlark?. Are you dreaming of the moons that burned so bright,. And of love in flight? Can't you sleep
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What a strange meadow lark,. To be singing oh so sweetly in the park tonight,. All alone meadowlark?. Are you dreaming of the moons that burned so bright,. And of love in flight? Can't you sleep
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Won't you stop and take. A little time out with me. Just take five. Stop your busy day. And take the time out. To see if I'm alive Though I'm going out of my way. Just so I can pass by each day
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, that's my time of year. Winter's shadow, seems to disappear. Gay is swanee season,. That's the reason I can say. That I love a summer day I hear laughter, from the swimming hole. Kids out fishin
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Come on along and listen to. The Lullaby of Broadway. The hip hooray and bally hoo. The Lullaby of Broadway The rumble of a subway train. The rattle of a taxi. The daffodils who entertain. At
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Chicago, Chicago,. That toddlin' town. Chicago, Chicago,. I'll show you around. I love it!. Bet your bottom dollar. You lose the blues in. Chicago, Chicago. The folks who visit. All wanna
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Bài hát That Old Black Magic - Tony Bennett, The Dave Brubeck Trio. That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine
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That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine. The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle
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, round, round a melody,. Mystery, mirror of history. Taking over all my reveries. Hearing passions in the melodies. Play it up and down so wearily. Stumbling, fumbling, tumbling. Round, round, round
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, round, round a melody,. Mystery, mirror of history. Taking over all my reveries. Hearing passions in the melodies. Play it up and down so wearily. Stumbling, fumbling, tumbling. Round, round, round
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