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. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony. ***
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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Song There Goes My Everything - Elvis Presley, The Imperials Quartet. There goes my only possession. There goes my everything. I hear footsteps slowly walking. As they gently walk across the lonely
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tiA Time For Love. arBarbra Streisand. alLove is the Answer (Deluxe Edition). Barbra Streisand - A Time For Love (Quartet Version). A time for summer skies. For hummingbirds and butterflies. For
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Dear, when you smiled at me, I heard a melody. It haunted me from the start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! went the strings of my heart. . Was like a breath of spring, I heard
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fingers. And broken guitar strings You are my Prince Charming. Draped in velvet robes. Of all that's alarming. Raw and exposed Shattered nerves. Itchy skin. Dirty words. And heroin Better, real live
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happened to our innocence?. Did it go out of style?. Along with our naivety. No longer a child Different eyes see different things. Different hearts beat on different strings. But there are times for
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Song Sawing On The Strings - Alison Krauss. Way back in the mountains. Way back in the hills. There used to live a mountaineer. They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything. And
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. Live your life inside a paper can. But you'll never get to pick and choose. She's bought you and sold you. There ain't no shoe strings on Louise Come on down, come on down from the ladder. Henry, get
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Song Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! (78rpm Version) - Frank Sinatra, B. Swanson Quartet. Oh, the weather outside is frightful. But the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go
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live bleeding fingers. Broken guitar strings. . You are my Prince Charming. Draped in velvet robes. Of all that's alarming. Raw and exposed. . Shattered nerves. Itchy skin. Dirty words. And
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words. All the strings attached girl. All the strings attached girl. Oh, yeah. Met this girl when I was 3 years old. We were holding hands tight so I'm told. And it felt like an eternity. Said it
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swarms the crowd. Some give birth to their mother's fiends. I'm staring at the strings of change And some throw religion away. Some clip the nails of the hands that pay. Some will give to get in return
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mandolins in the moonlight. Mandolins in the moonlight!. See what magic you start?. A song of Italy sings. In perfect tune with the strings of my heart! We won't be tossin' coins in the fountain. Down in
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mandolins in the moonlight. Mandolins in the moonlight!. See what magic you start?. A song of Italy sings. In perfect tune with the strings of my heart! We won't be tossin' coins in the fountain. Down in
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You're looking for the right strings. Want to make a sound that sticks. . My voice is looking for words. And tones. That might wander around for a while. . I leave a little of me for later on
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I can't imagine a symphony, without strings. And what good are tennis shoes, without strings. One without the other just can't be complete. What about us, what about you and me Without strings
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I've got no strings. To hold me down. To make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings. But now I'm free. There are no strings on me. Hi-ho the me-ri-o. That's the only way to go. I want the
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The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure?. Ideal love, a new purchase, a market of the senses. Dream of the perfect life. Economic circumstances, the body is good business Sell out
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The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure?. Ideal love, a new purchase, a market of the senses. Dream of the perfect life. Economic circumstances, the body is good business Sell out
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart. . 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in
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need. You're dedicated to. How I'm killing you. Come crawling faster. Obey your master. Your life burns faster. Obey your master. Master, master. Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings. Twisting
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Oh babe you are the one I love,. You are the one I'm thinking of. You know it's still a long long way,. But I'll be home at the end of the day. . I'll sing my songs just for you. And I'll bring
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. The trees keep the tempo and they swayed in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings. Would you strum on mine?. . (Babbles on about nothing at all
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Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind. Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes. I lost your presence underneath the bridge Lock the door, let's talk it out. Against the wall, hands on my mouth
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The problem of leisure. What to do for pleasure. Ideal love a new purchase. A market of the senses. Dream of the perfect life. Economic circumstances. The body is good business. Sell out
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tiIn The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning. arBarbra Streisand. alLove is the Answer (Deluxe Edition). Barbra Streisand - In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning. When the sun is high. in the afternoon
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Eat your greens. Don't forget your beans & celery. Don't forget to bring. Your fake I. D. Eat a bunch of these. Magnificent. With sauerkraut. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Sauerkraut. Eat a grape, a fig. A
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The problem of leisure. What to do for pleasure. Ideal love a new purchase. A market of the senses. Dream of the perfect life. Economic circumstances. The body is good business. Sell out
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reach of my two empty arms. keyboards - piano - strings . That lonesome feeling all the time knowing you could not be mine. Dreams that hurt me in my sleep vows that we could never keep. So far away
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Take me back to the black hills. The black hills of Dakota. To the beautiful Indian country. That I love Lost my heart in the black hills. The black hills of Dakota. Where the pines are so high
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The hillside was a patchwork quilt. Neatly stitched with tidy hedge. And crumbling grey stone wall. The trees were bare, but Spring was near. To conjure up its endless strings. Of green magic
