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sunshine. Spring or fall. Say, you'll never know when it may say hello. In a very unexpected place. For example, take my case. . (Bing scats. ). . She was selling china. And when she made those eyes
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Down where the trade winds play, down where you lose the day. We found a new world where paradise starts. We traded hearts way down where the trade winds play Music was everywhere, flowers were in h
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Just one more chance. To prove it's you alone I care for. Each night I say a little prayer for. Just one more chance. . Just one more night. To taste the kisses that enchant me. I'd want no oth
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You belong to my heart. Now and forever. And our love had it's start. Not long ago. . We were gathering stars while a million guitars played our love song. When I said "I love you", every beat o
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Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true. .
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You came to me. From out of nowhere. You took my heart. And found it free. Wonderful dreams. Wonderful schemes. From nowhere. Made every hour. Sweet as a flower to me. And if you should go.
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Sierra Sue, I'm sad and lonely. The rocks and rills are lonely too. Sierra Sue, I want you only. No one but you, Sierra Sue. The roses weep, their tears are falling. The gentle doves no longer co
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A fine romance with no kisses. A fine romance, my friend, this is. We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes (to-mah-toes, dear). But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed po-tah-toes (potatoes).
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When Irish eyes are smiling. Sure, it is like a morning spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter. You can hear the angels sing. . When Irish hearts are happy. All the world seems bright and gay. A
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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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I search for phrases. To sing your praises. But there aren't any magic adjectives. To tell you all you are!. . You're just too marvelous. Too marvelous for words. Like glorious, glamorous. And
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Bing Crosby/Peter Matz. Chorus. . Written by Oscar Hammerstein ii/Richard Rodgers. . Gettin' to know you,. Gettin' to know all about you. Gettin' to like you,. Gettin' to hope you like me
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Do I want to be with you. As the years come and go?. Only forever. If you care to know. Would I grant all your wishes. And be proud of the task. Only forever. If someone should ask. How long w
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