tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50870364267358884662012-01-29T23:30:11.590+01:00Hi, I am Paloma Barrancos, an English Teacher at García Morato High School in Madrid, Spain. This blog is meant for students from beginner to senior level, or anybody who wants to brush up English as a Second Language. If you are an English Teacher have a look at the LABEL CLOUD for grammar exploitation ideas. Welcome everybody! Enjoy the musicality of English and sing along!Paloma Barrancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224088610056154744noreply@blogger.comBlogger7871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087036426735888466.post-84226000874361706232012-01-29T13:00:00.005+01:002012-01-29T14:22:10.772+01:00

Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do?Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do?There's just as many geese and they're flying down fastAs there are lies just pouring out of your mouthHey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do?You say that you're young, boy, I guess that's your big excuseBut sometimes I get so low down, I wanna shout out, What's the use?When you've been aloving

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Beauty is in the soul, not in the body. You are so beautiful To me You are so beautiful To me Can't you see You're everything I hope for You're everything I need You are so beautiful to me You are so beautiful to me You are so beautiful To me Can't you see You're everything I hope for You're every, everything I need You are so beautiful to me.

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Zooey Deschanel, another girl child bangs and air sixties, actress and singer, as "original" and "unique" as my dear Russian Red. Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little

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First song of the new Russian Red's album "Fuerteventura". To relax!!!You were travelling really farI had to stay in, watch the plants, be sorryMiles away and planes apartyou were discovering a new land, I was lonelyYou were young and I was sadI just wanted to be by your sideEveryday, everynight, no more shall we part Everyday, everynight, no more shall we part You were dancing in my headI played

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I thought love was only true in fairy tales,Meant for someone else, but not for meAh, love was out to get me,That's the way it seemed,Disappointment haunted all my dreams.Then I saw her face,Now I'm a believerNot a trace Of doubt in my mind,I'm in loveI'm a believer,I couldn't leave her if I tried.I thought love was, more or less, a giving thing,Seems the more I gave, the less I gotWhat's the use

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He was too good to me how can I get along now?So close he stood to meEverything is all messed up and wrong nowMy baby would have brought me the sun'Cos making me smile that was his funWhen I was mean to him he didn’t say go away nowYou see I was his queen to himWho’s gonna make me gay now?It’s only natural that I’m blue'Cos my baby was too good to be trueI said he was too good to me How am I ever

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He needs meHe doesn't know it, but he needs meAnd so no matter where he goesThough he doesn't careHe knows that I'm thereHe needs meI ought to leave him, but he needs meI know that I ain't very brightJust to tag alongOh, but right or wrongI'm his and I'm hereAnd I'm gonna be hisfriend or his lover'Cause my one ambition isTo wake him and make him discoverThat he needs meI've got to follow where he

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I'm gonna write a little letter,Gonna mail it to my local DJ.Yeah an' it's a jumpin' little recordI want my jockey to play.Roll Over Beethoven, tell Tschaikowsky the news.I got the rockin' pneumonia,I need a shot of rhythm and blues.I caught the rollin' arthiritisSittin' down at a rhythm review.Roll Over Beethoven, tell Tschaikowsky the news.Well, if you feelin' like itGo get your lover, then

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Is the best rock of all time? Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Johnny B.

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Etta James (born Jamesetta Hawkins; January 25, 1938 – January 20, 2012) was an American singer whose style spanned a variety of music genres including blues, rhythm and blues, rock and roll, soul, gospel and jazz. Starting her career in the mid 1950s, she gained fame with hits such as "Dance With Me, Henry", "At Last", "Tell Mama", and "I'd Rather Go Blind" for which she claimed she wrote the

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It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them wellYou could see that Pierre did truly love the MadamoiselleAnd now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bell"C'est la vie" say the old folksIt goes to show you never can tellThey furnished off an apartment with a Sears and roebuck saleThe coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale (...she couldn't cook)But when

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"Cover by Nina of a Sandy Denny song which was made popular by the band Fairport Convention."Across the evening sky, all the birds are leavingBut how can they know it's time for them to go?Before the winter fire, I will still be dreamingI have no thought of timeFor who knows where the time goes?Who knows where the time goes?Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leavingAh, but then you know

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"Stuck in the Middle With You" is a song by Joe Egan and Gerry Rafferty and performed by their band Stealers Wheel. It was released on Stealers Wheel's 1972 self-titled debut album Stealers Wheel. The single sold over one million copies, eventually peaking in 1973 at #6 in the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart and #8 in the UK Singles Chart.Stealers Wheel is a Scottish folk rock/rock band formed in

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"RIP to a fabulous musician. One of my favourite tunes from one of the greatest jazz albums ever." He died last 26th December2011 in Orlando, Florida.

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Well, once I lived the life of a millionaireSpending my money, I didn't careTakin' my friends out for a mighty good timeBuyin' boot leg liquor, champagne and wineThen I began to fall so lowCouldn't find me no friendsHad no place to goIf I ever get my hands on a dollar againI'm gonna hold on to it, till the eagle grinsI said nobody knows youWhen you're down and outIn your pocket, you ain't got one

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Girl, tell me only thisThat I have your heart for alwaysAnd you want me by your sideWhispering the wordsI'll always love youAnd forever, I will be your loverAnd I know if you really careI will always be thereNow, I need to tell you thisThere's no other love like your loveAnd I, as long as I liveI'll give you all the joyMy heart and soul can giveLet me hold youI need to have you near meAnd I feel

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Santa baby, just slip a sable under the treeFor meBeen an awful good girlSanta baby, so hurry down the chimney tonightSanta baby, a 54 convertible tooLight blueI'll wait up for you, dearSanta baby, so hurry down the chimney tonightThink of all the fun I've missedThink of all the fellas that I haven't kissedNext year I could be just as goodIf you'll check off my Christmas listSanta baby, I wanna a

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"I'm sure this is exactly what Robbie Burns had in mind"...HAHAHA...Great comment on youtube about this version of Robert Burns Scottish poem written in 1788. Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot And auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For days auld lang syne

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I saw mommy kissing Santa ClausUnderneath the mistletoe last nightShe didn't hear me creep down the stairs to have a peepShe thought that I was tucked upIn my bedroom fast asleepThen I saw mommy tickle Santa ClausUnderneath his snowy beard so whiteWhat a laugh it would have beenIf daddy had only seenMommy kissing Santa Claus last night.Then I saw mommy tickle Santa ClausUnderneath his beard so

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She don't like her eggs all runnyShe thinks crossin' her legs is funnyShe looks down her nose at moneyShe gets it on like the Easter BunnyShe's my baby, I'm her honeyI'm never gonna let her goWell, he ain't got laid in a month of SundaysI caught him once and he was sniffin' my undiesHe ain't real sharp but he gets things doneDrinks his beer like it's oxygenHe's my baby and I'm his honeyNever

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See you driving around town with the girl I loveAnd I'm like Forget youGuess the change in my pocket wasn't enoughI'm like Forget you and forget her tooIf I was richer, I'd still be with youAin't that some Although there's pain in my chestI wish you the best with a Forget youI'm sorry, can't afford a FerrariBut that don't mean I can't get you thereI guess he's an Xbox, and I'm more an AtariBut

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Public Schools, searching for equality!...With words spoken or words signaled...Feliz Navidad, everybody...!!!You better watch outYou better not cryBetter not poutI'm telling you whySanta Claus is coming to townSanta Claus is coming to townSanta Claus is coming to townHe's making a listAnd checking it twice;Gonna find out Who's naughty and niceSanta Claus is coming to townSanta Claus is coming to

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I gotta take a little timeA little time to think things overI better read between the linesIn case I need it when I'm olderNow this mountain I must climbFeels like a world upon my shouldersI through the clouds I see love shineIt keeps me warm as life grows colderIn my life there's been heartache and painI don't know if I can face it againCan't stop now, I've travelled so farTo change this lonely

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!! Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with... Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with you Where is Santa at his sleigh? Tell me why is it always this way? Where is Rudolph? Where is Blitzen, baby? Merry Christmas, merry merry merry Christmas

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Christmas time is here againChristmas time is here againChristmas time is here againChristmas time is here againAin't been round since you know whenChristmas time is here againO-U-T spells "out"Christmas time is here againChristmas time is here againChristmas time is here againChristmas time is here againAin't been round since you know whenChristmas time is here againO-U-T spells "out"Christmas

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So, this is ChristmasAnd what have you done?Another year overAnd a new one just begunAnd so this is ChristmasI hope you have funThe near and the dear oneThe old and the youngA very merry ChristmasAnd a happy New YearLet's hope it's a good oneWithout any fearAnd so this is ChristmasFor weak and for strongFor rich and the poor onesThe world is so wrongAnd so happy ChristmasFor black and for

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Sorry Is all that you can't say Years gone by and still Words don't come easily Like sorry like sorry Forgive me Is all that you can't say Years gone by and still Words don't come easily Like forgive me forgive me But you can say baby Baby can I hold you tonight Maybe if I told you the right words At the right time you'd be mine I love you Is all that you can't say Years gone by and still Words

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So, this is ChristmasAnd what have you done?Another year overAnd a new one just begunAnd so this is ChristmasI hope you have funThe near and the dear oneThe old and the youngA very merry ChristmasAnd a happy New YearLet's hope it's a good oneWithout any fearAnd so this is ChristmasFor weak and for strongFor rich and the poor onesThe world is so wrongAnd so happy ChristmasFor black and for

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Artists : Lou Reed, Bono, Skye Edwards, David Bowie,Suzanne Vega, Elton John, Boyzone, Lesley Garret, Burning Spear, Sir Thomas Allen, Heather Small, Emmylou Harris,Tammy Wynette, Shane Macgowan, DR.John, Robert Cray, Ian Broudie, Gabrielle Evam Dando, Courtney Pine, Brett Anderson, Joan Armatrading, Laurie Anderson, Tom Jones ..Just a perfect day,Drink Sangria in the park,And then later, when

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This is just for meKick off my shoes and relax my feetHit the kitchen, grab a bite to eatIt's been one of those crazy weeksAnd I gotta do something special for meSee, hit the salon get a mani and a pediHave a massage, get a sip and then I'm readyGotta take time outAnd my real ladies know what I'm talking aboutSing, Ooh, baby, babyYou don't know what I've been going throughSing it again now. Ooh,

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Nina Simone sings Jimmy McHugh & Dorothy Fields' "Exactly like you".I know why I waitedKnow why I've been blueI've been waiting each dayFor someone exactly like youWhy should I spend some moneyOn a show or twoWhen nobody sings these love songsExactly like youYou make me feel so grandI wanna give this world to youYou make me understandThese foolish little dreams I'm dreamingAnd schemes I'm

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I wish you love And happinessI guess I wish you All the bestI wish you don't Do like I doAnd ever fall in love with Someone like youCause if you fell Just like I didYou'd probably walk around the block like a little kid.But kids don't know They can only guessHow hard it is To wish you happinessI guess that love Is like a Christmas cardYou decorate a tree You throw it in the yardIt decays and dies

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If not todayMaybe tomorrowIf not tomorrowMaybe in a weekNo matter how far from meI push youIt needs to find meProgressI see out From the top of my apartmentOr on the screen Of my TVOut on the streetOr in the bedroomFor all good causesIt surrounds meWe're making progressProgressProgressProgress

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If tomorrow is a judgement day And I'm standing on the front lineAnd the Lord ask me what I did with my lifeI will say I spent it with youIf I wake up in World War 3I see destruction and povertyAnd I feel like I wanna go homeIt's okay if you're coming with me'Cause your love is my loveAnd my love is your loveIt would take an eternity to break usAnd the chains of "Amistad" couldn't hold us If I

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Way out in North Nevada, where the Trukee's waters flowWhere the cattle are 'a-browzin'' and the Spanish ponies growWhere the Norther comes whistlin' from beyond the Neutral stripAnd the prairie dogs are sneezin' as if they had 'the Grip'Where the coyotes come a-howlin' round the ranches after darkAnd the blue-birds are singin' to the lovely 'medder lark'Where the big horns are grazin' and the

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At first I was afraid, I was petrifiedKept thinking I could never liveWithout you by my sideBut then, I spent so many nightsThinking how you did me wrongAnd I grew strong, and I learned how to get alongAnd so, you're back from outer spaceI just walked in to find you hereWith that sad look upon your faceI should've changed that stupid lockI should've made you leave your keyIf I'd known for just

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Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine Ain't no sunshine when she's goneIt's not warm when she's awayAin't no sunshine when she's goneAnd she's always gone too long Anytime she goes awayWonder this time where she's goneWonder if she's gone to stayAin't no sunshine when she's goneAnd this house just ain't no home Anytime she goes awayAnd I know, I know, I know...Hey, I oughta leave the young thing

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Recorded live in Dortmund Germany 1992Joe Cocker - Queen's Golden Jubilee, 3 june 2002, Phil Collins - drums,Brian May - guitarOriginal by The BeatlesWhat would you do if I sang out of tune?Would you stand up and walk out on me?Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a songI will try not to sing out of key I wanna get by with my friendsI just keep trying with my friendsI wanna get high with my

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Hey you, out there in the coldGetting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?Hey you, Standing in the aislesWith itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me?Hey you, don't help them to bury the lightDON'T GIVE IN WITHOUT A FIGHTHey you, out there on your ownSitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?Hey you, with your ear against the wallWaiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?Hey

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Joe Cocker - Something's Coming On (Live at Woodstock 1969)

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As soon as you're born they make you feel smallBy giving you no time instead of it allTill the pain is so big you feel nothing at allA working class hero is something to beA working class hero is something to beThey hurt you at home and they hit you at schoolThey hate you if you're clever and they despise a foolTill you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rulesA working class hero is

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Save me, somebody save meSave me, somebody save meI promised myself after the last romanceThat I wouldn't give it a second chanceThey say who seek is sure to findAnd I know how true that is 'Cause I crossed to get to ya, babyYou driving me clean out of my mindI say save me, somebody save me Anybody save me, somebody save meThose who love always give the mostWe're cryin' together from coast to

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When I find myself in times of troubleMother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it beAnd in my hour of darknessShe is standing right in front of meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it beLet it be, let it beLet it be, let it beWhisper words of wisdomLet it beAnd when the brokenhearted peopleLiving in the world agreeThere will be an answer, let it beFor though they may be partedThere is

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"A Whiter Shade of Pale" is the debut song by the British band Procol Harum, released 12 May 1967. The single reached number one in the UK Singles Chart on 8 June 1967, and stayed there for six weeks. Without much promotion, it reached #5 on the US charts, as well. It is one of the fewer than 30 all-time singles to have sold 10 million (or more) copies worldwide. We skipped the light

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My heart, my head, my mind, my soulMy feelings over youMy tears, my touch remember all that I am to youMy heart, my mind, my soulMy feelings over youMy tears, my touch remember all that I amWhen you're gonna pick up the phone and call meTell me I can come overI got my ticket and my bags are packedMy coat is hangin' over my shoulderTime is passing and it's getting lateThis heart of mine just can't

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Don´t tell me to stopTell the rain not to dropTell the wind not to blowBecause you said soTell me love is not trueIt´s just something we doTell me everything I´m notBut don´t tell me to stopTell the sun not to shineNot to get up this timeLet it fall by the wayLeave me here, where I layTell the leaves not to turnBut don´t tell me I´ll learnTake the black off a crowBut don´t tell me to goTell the

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"On the Road Again" was recorded by the blues group Canned Heat, was released as a single in August 1968, and appeared on their 1968 album Boogie with Canned Heat as well as the 1969 compilation The Canned Heat Cookbook. It reached number eight on the UK Singles Chart and number sixteen on the Billboard Hot 100.Well, I'm so tired of cryingBut I'm out on the road againI'm on the road againWell,

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I guess I just lost my husbandI don't know where he wentSo I'm gonna drink my moneyI'm not gonna pay his rentI got a brand new attitudeAnd I'm gonna wear it tonightI'm gonna get in troubleI wanna start a fightNa, na, na, na, na, na, naI wanna start a fightNa, na, na, na, na, na, naI wanna start a fightSo, so what, I'm still a rock starI got my rock moves and I don't need youAnd guess what, I'm

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Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far awayNow it looks as though they're here to stayOh, I believe in yesterdaySuddenly I'm not half the man I used to beThere's a shadow hanging over meOh, yesterday came suddenlyWhy she had to goI don't know, she wouldn't sayI said something wrongNow I long for yesterdayYesterday love was such an easy game to playNow I need a place to hide awayOh, I believe in

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Jackie Chan and Chris tucker singing "War" in RUSH HOUR, the filmJack Black - War -Gulliver's TravelsWar, huh yeahWhat is it good for?Absolutely nothing, oh hoh, ohWar huh yeahWhat is it good for?Absolutely nothing, say it again y'allWar, huh good GodWhat is it good for?Absolutely nothing, listen to meOh, war, I despise 'Cause it means destruction of innocent livesWar means tear to thousands of

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Ella Fitzgerald Louis ArmstrongDoris DayStars shining bright above youNight breezes seem to whisper, 'I love youBirds singing in the sycamore treeDream a little dream of meSay nighty-night and kiss meJust hold me tight and tell me you'll miss meWhile I'm alone and blue as can beDream a little dream of meStars fading, but I linger on, dearStill craving your kissI'm longing to linger 'till dawn,

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Billie Holiday - There Is No Greater Love There is no greater loveThan what I feel for youNo greater love, no heart so trueThere is no sweetest songThan what you sing to meNo greater loveThan what you bring to meYou're the sweetest thingI have ever knownAnd to think that you are mine aloneThere is no greater loveIn all the world, it's trueNo greater loveAmy Winehouse - No Greater Love There is no

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Don't leave me this wayI can't survive, I can't stay alive without your loveOh baby, don't leave me this way, noI can't exist, I'll surely miss your tender kissDon't leave me this wayAh, baby, my heart is full of love and desire for youNow com'on down and do what you gotta doYou started this fire down in my soulNow can't you see it's burning out of controlCom'on, satisfy the need in me'Cause only

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I stare at my reflection in the mirrorWhy am I doing this to myself?Losing my mind on a tiny errorI nearly left the real me on the shelf No, no, no, no!Don't lose who you are in the blur of the starsSeeing is deceiving, dreaming is believingIt's okay not to be okaySometimes it's hard to follow your heartTears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruisingThere's nothing wrong with who you are,

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When I'm nervous I have this thing yeah I talk too muchSometimes I just can't shut the hell upIt's like I need to tell someone, anyone who'll listenAnd that's where I seem to mess up, yeahI forget about the consequences, for a minute there I lose my sensesAnd in the heat of the moment my mouth starts going the words start flowingBut I never meant to hurt you, I know it's time that I learn toTreat

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Mummy they call me namesThey wouldn't let me playI'd run home, sit and cry almost everyday'Hey Jessica, you look like an alienWith green skin you don't fit in this playpen'Well they pull my hairThey took away my chairI keep it in and pretend that I didn't care'Hey Jessica, you're so funnyYou've got teeth just like Bugs bunny'Oh, so you think you know me nowHave you forgotten howYou would make me

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Seems like everybody's got a priceI wonder how they sleep at nightWhen the sale comes firstAnd the truth comes secondJust stop, for a minute andSmileWhy is everybody so seriousActing so damn mysteriousYou got your shades on your eyesAnd your heels so highThat you can't even have a good timeEverybody look to their left Everybody look to their right Can you feel that We're paying with love

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When I'm all alone and I hear your voiceNo other man can make me feel the way you doI can't describe this feeling insideI can't sleep at night Home is where you belongThat's what I tell myself when you're goneEvery night I say a prayer hopes that you make it thereAnyone alone like me, I'm certain they'd agree'Cause I can't sleep at nightLoneliness is my biggest fearI wish the feeling would

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In March of 1961 Sam Cooke was the top rhythm and blues vocalist in the nation, and "That's It, I Quit, I'm Moving On" was Top 40When we used to say goodnightI'd always kiss and hold you tightBut lately you don't seem to careYou close the doorAnd leave me standing there.Oh, honey, that's not fairThat's it, I quit, I'm moving onThe other night we had a dateAnd you showed up two hours lateAnd

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Hold me closer one more timeSay that you love me in your last goodbyePlease forgive me for my sinsYes, I swam dirty watersBut you pushed me inI've seen your face under every skyOver every border and on every lineYou know my heart more than I doWe were the greatest, me and youBut we had time against usAnd miles between usThe heavens criedI know I left you speechlessBut now the sky has cleared and

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This song was written by Brandi CarlileThis is how the story wentI met someone by accidentIt blew me awayIt blew me awayIt was in the darkest of my daysWhen you took my sorrow and you took my painAnd buried them away, buried them awayI wish I could lay down beside youWhen the day is doneAnd wake up to your face against the morning sunBut like everything I've ever knownYou disappear one daySo I

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Prince - Purple Rain video - (1984)I never meant to cause you any sorrow.I never meant to cause you any pain.I only wanted to one time see you laughing.I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain.Purple rain, Purple rainPurple rain, Purple rainPurple rain, Purple rainI only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain.I never wanted to be your weekend lover.I only wanted to be some kind

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Day turned black, sky ripped apartRained for a year 'til it dampened my heartCracks and leaksThe floorboards caught rotAbout to go downI had almost forgot.All I got to do is to love youAll I got to be is, be happyAll it's got to take is some warmth to make itBlow Away, Blow Away, Blow AwaySky cleared up, day turned to brightClosing both eyes now the head filled with lightHard to remember what a

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My days have grown so lonelyFor you I cryFor you the onlyWhy haven't you seen itI'm all for youBody and soulI spend my days in longingAnd wondering why it's me you're wrongingI tell you I mean itI'm all for youBody and soulI can't believe itIt's hard to conceive itThat you'd throw away romanceAre you pretendingIt looks like the endingUnless I can have one more chance to prove, dearMy life a hell

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I must have rehearsed my linesA thousand timesUntil I had them memorizedBut when I get up the nerveTo tell you, the wordsJust never seem to come out rightIf only you knewHow much I doDo love youIf only you knewHow much I doDo need youI dream of moments we shareBut you're not thereI'm living in a fantasy'Cause you don't even suspectCould prob'ly care lessAbout the changes I've been going throughIf

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Hello, strangerIt seems so good to see you back againHow long has it been?It seems like a mighty long timeIt seems like a mighty long timeI'm so gladYou stopped by to say "hello" to meRemember that's the way it used to beIt seems like a mighty long timeIt seems like a mighty long timeYes, I am so glad you're here againIf you're not gonna stayPlease don't tease me like you did beforeBecause I

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Abbey Road Studios, London, 26th April 1969. The Beatles worked at this Ringo's song, written during his holiday in Sardinia in summer 1968 and rehearsed at Apple Studios on 22nd January 1969, during "Let It Be" sessions.Ringo Starr - Octopus's Garden (Beatles) (live 2005)I'd like to be under the seaIn an octopus's garden in the shadeHe'd let us in, knows where we've beenIn his octopus's garden

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The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bedIt couldn't've been no more than one or twoAnd I remember there's a radio, coming from the room next doorMy mother laughed the way some ladies doWell it's late in the evening, and the music's seeping throughThe next thing I remember, I am walking down a streetI'm feeling alright I'm with my boys and with my troops, yeahDown along the avenue some

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I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregardHandful of complaints but I can't help the factThat everyone can see these scarsI am what I want you to want, what I want you to feelBut it's like no matter what I doI can't convince you to just believe this is realSo, I let go watchin' you, turn your backLike you always do, face away and pretend that I'm notBut I'll be here 'cause you are

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Crimson flames tied through my earsRollin' high and mighty trapsPounced with fire on flaming roadsUsing ideas as my maps"We'll meet on edges, soon," said IProud 'neath heated brow.Ah, but I was so much older then,I'm younger than that now.Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth"Rip down all hate," I screamedLies that life is black and whiteSpoke from my skull. I dreamedRomantic facts of

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I'll Never Fall In love Again - Austin PowersWhat do you get when you fall in love?A guy with a pin to burst your bubbleThat's what you get for all your troubleI'll never fall in love againI'll never fall in love againWhat do you get when you kiss a girl?You get enough germs to catch pneumoniaAfter you do, she'll never phone youI'll never fall in love againI'll never fall in love againDon't tell

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Love, love is like a stubborn youthThat you'd rather just denyI'm walking on a broken roofWhile I'm looking at the skyIt's all false love and affectionYou don't want meYou just like the attentionYes it's all false love and affectionYou don't like meYou just want the attentionI'm not your toyThis isn't another girl meets boy Love, love hides in a smokey lightI can never find the truthBoy, your

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Well you done done me and you bet I felt itI tried to be chill but you're so hot that I meltedI fell right through the cracks, and now I'm trying to get backBefore the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestestAnd nothing's gonna stop me but divine interventionI reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn someBut I won't hesitate no more, no moreIt cannot wait, I'm yoursYou better believe

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Muse - Uprising - © 2009 WMG - click here to see videoclipParanoia is in bloom,The PR transmissions will resumeThey'll try to push drugsKeep us all dumbed down and hope thatWe will never see the truth aroundSo come on!Another promise, another scene, anotherA package not to keep us trapped in greedWith all the green belts wrapped around our mindsAnd endless red tape to keep the truth confinedSo

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I heard that you're settled downThat you found a girl and you're married nowI heard that your dreams came trueGuess she gave you things I didn't give to youOld friend, why are you so shy?Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the lightI hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvitedBut I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight itI had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be remindedThat for me, it

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Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really wantSo tell me what you want, what you really really wantI'll tell you what I want, what I really really wantSo tell me what you want, what you really really wantI wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna reallyReally really wanna zigazig haIf you want my future, forget my pastIf you wanna get with me, better make it fastNow don't go wasting my

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When the sun comes, you're my shadeWhen the moon comes, you're a little fireflyAnd I love you more than I can sayAnd I'll never fly awayuh uh uh....I'm your firefly, I'm your shadeI wanna live in a house that we madeI wanna love you everydayAnd I'll never fly awayuh uh uh...

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People always talk about All the things they're all about Write it on a piece of paperGot a feeling I'll see you laterThere's something 'bout thisLet's keep it movingAnd if it's good let's just get something cooking'Coz I really wanna rock with youI'm feeling some connection to the things you doI don't know what it isThat makes me feel like thisI don't know who you areBut you must be some kind of

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River of No Return (USA 1954)Directed by Otto PremingerSoundtrack by Cyril J. MockridgeTheme Song by Marily MonroeMarilyn Monroe in 'The River of No Return' (1954) If you listen, you can hear it call, Wailaree! (Wailaree!)There is a river called the River of No ReturnSometimes it's peaceful, and sometimes wild and free.Love is a traveler on the River of No Return.Swept on forever to be lost in

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Wish I knew howIt would feel to be freeI wish I could breakAll the chains holding meI wish I could sayAll the things that I should saySay 'em loud, say 'em clearFor the whole round world to hearI wish I could shareAll the love that's in my heartRemove all the barsThat keep us apartI wish you could knowWhat it means to be meThen you'd see and agreeThat every man should be freeI wish I could

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Set me free, why don't you babe?Get out my life, why don't you babe?'Cause you don't really love meYou just keep me hanging onYou don't really need meBut you keep me hanging onWhy do you keep coming aroundPlaying with my heart?Why don't you get out of my lifeAnd let me make a new start?Let me get over youThe way you've gotten over meSet me free, why don't you babe?Let me be, why don't you babe?'

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GeorgiaGeorgiaThe whole day through.Just an old sweet songKeeps Georgia on my mind.Talkin' 'bout GeorgiaI'm in Georgia.A song of you comes as sweet and clearAs moon light through the pines.Other arms reach out to me.Other eyes smile tenderly.Still in peaceful dreams I seeThe road leads back to you.Georgiasweet GeorgiaNo peace I find.Just an old sweet songkeeps Georgia on my mind.Just an old sweet

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~ Woody Herman & Orchestra ~ 1941 .~ The Four King Sisters ~ 1941 ~ Bluebird Records~ Alvino Rey & his Orchestra.~ Nat King Cole's great recordings and one of his best. ~ Bob Dorough Old Father time checked, so there'd be no doubtCalled on the North wind to come on outThen cupped his hands so proudly to shoutLa-di-dah, di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumnThe trees say they're tired, they've born too much

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The Shirelles 1963 & Amy Winehouse 2006Tonight you're mine completelyYou give your love so sweetlyTonight the light of love is in your eyesWill you still love me tomorrow?Is this a lasting treasureOr just a moment's pleasure?Can I believe the magic of your sighs?Will you still love me tomorrow?Tonight with words unspokenYou say that I'm the only oneBut will my heart be brokenWhen the night meets

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Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it couldn't last Jo Jo left his home in Tucson, Arizona for some California grass Get back, get back Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back Get back to where you once belonged Get back Jo Jo Go home Get back, get back Back to where you once belonged Get back, get back Back to where you once belonged Get back Jo Sweet Loretta

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Is it getting betterOr do you feel the same?Will it make it easier on you nowYou got someone to blame?You say one love, one life (one life)It's one need in the nightOne love (one love), get to share itLeaves you darling, if you don't care for itDid I disappoint you?Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?You act like you never had loveAnd you want me to go withoutWell, it's too late tonightTo drag the

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You know I love musicAnd every time I hear something hotIt makes me wanna moveIt makes me wanna have funBut it’s something about this joint right hereThis joint right hereIt makes me wanna...WooohLet it goCan’t let this thing called love get away from youFeel free right now, go do what you want to doCan’t let nobody take it away from you, from me, from weNo time for moping around, are you kidding

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If there's anything that you wantIf there's anything I can doJust call on me and I'll send it alongWith love from me to youI've got everything that you wantLike a heart that's oh, so trueJust call on me and I'll send it alongWith love from me to youI've got arms that long to hold youAnd keep you by my sideI've got lips that long to kiss youAnd keep you satisfied, ooohIf there's anything that you

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Sometimes I wonder who am IThe world seeming to pass me byA younger man now getting oldI have to wonder what the rest of life will holdI hold a mirror to my faceThere are some lines that I could traceTo memories of loving youA passion that breaks reason in twoI have to think and I have to think and stop me nowIf reminices make you frownOne thinks of what one hoped to beAnd then faces realityI

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It's a little bit funny this feeling insideI'm not one of those who can easily hideI don't have much money but boy if I didI'd buy a big house where we both could liveIf I was a sculptor, but then again, noOr a man who makes potions in a travelling showI know it's not much but it's the best I can doMy gift is my song and this one's for youAnd you can tell everybody that this is your songIt may be

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Well, you didn't wake up this morning Because you didn't go to bedYou were watching the whites of your eyes Turn RED!The calendar, on your wall, is ticking the days offYou've been reading some old letters You smile and think how much you've changed.All the money in the world Couldn't buy back those days.You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyesYou watch a plane flying across a

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Boomtown Rats - "I Don't Like Mondays" The silicon chip inside her headGets switched to overload.And nobody's gonna go to school today,She's going to make them stay at home.And daddy doesn't understand it,He always said she was as good as gold.And he can see no reason'Cause there are no reasonsWhat reason do you need to be shown?Tell me whyI don’t like MondaysTell me whyI don’t like MondaysTell

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"Autumn Leaves" was originally a 1945 French song "Les Feuilles Mortes" (literally "Dead Leaves") with music by Joseph Kosma and lyrics by poet Jacques Prévert. English lyrics were written in 1947 by the American songwriter Johnny Mercer. " Autumn Leaves " Chet Baker - Paul Desmond Autumn Leaves - Joe PassOscar Peterson & Dizzy Gillespie - Autumn Leaves Eric Clapton -Autumn Leaves Edith Piaf -

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Oh yes, I'm the great pretender Pretending that I'm doing well My need is such I pretend too muchI'm lonely but no one can tellOh yes, I'm the great pretender Adrift in a world of my own I play the game, but to my real shameYou've left me to dream all aloneToo real is this feeling of "make believe"Too real when I feel what my heart can't concealOoh Ooh yes, I'm the great pretenderJust laughing

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It brings a tear,Into my eyes,When I begin,To realize,I've cried so much,Since you've been gone,I guess I'm drowning in my own tears,I sit and cry,Just like a childMy pouring tearsAre runnin' wildIf you don't thinkYou'll be home soonI guess I'll drown in my own tearsI know it's trueInto each lifeOh some rain, rain must pourI'm so blueHere without youIt keeps rainingMore and moreWhy don't youCome

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Oh, sometimes I go walking through fields where we walkedLong ago in the sweet "used to be"And the flowers still grow, but they don't smell as sweetAs they did when you picked them for meAnd when I think of you and the love we once knewHow I wish we could go back in timeDo you ever think back on old memories like thatOh, do I ever cross your mind?Oh, how often I wish that again I could kissYour

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It's not that easy being greenHaving to spend each day the color of the leavesWhen I think it could be nicer being red or yellow or goldOr something much more colorful like thatIt's not easy being greenIt seems you blend in with so many other ordinary thingsAnd people tend to pass you over 'cause you'reNot standing out like flashy sparkles on the waterOr stars in the skyBut green is the color of

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