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Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly
Blue days, all
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin
This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS (Instead of Sheep)
Eddie Fisher/Rosemary Clooney/Bing Crosby
(Irving Berlin)
from the 1954 movie "White Christmas".
When
Mr. Irving Berlin
Often emphasizes sin
In a charming way.
Mr. Coward we know
Wrote a song or two to show
Sex was here to stay.
Richard Rodgers
he got the plan
Like all my pictures she might be a stan
5 percent tint you can’t see what I’m in
Strapped with the Ar we too militant
Life is amazing
Guthrie was the first punk rocker
From the dust-bowl emerged the protest singer
Woody worked for the working class people
Irving Berlin man he had it all
understanding and starting to see things
It's vacuum sealed
We ride right by the precinct
You only smell "Vanillaroma" Tree scent
We learned the game
Yea we know
Take me, take me
Take me, take me
Just the way I am
Ah, take me, just the way I am
After Berlin
All day cruising
Down the corridor
Seeing things
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS (Instead of Sheep)
Eddie Fisher/Rosemary Clooney/Bing Crosby
(Irving Berlin)
from the 1954 movie "White Christmas".
When
me,
take me, take me,
Just the way I am
Ah, take me, just the way I am
After Berlin.
All day cruising
down the corridor
Seeing things
I never seen
the infant.
Wise Man 2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting.
Out, out!
Wise Man 3: No, no.
electric (boom)
Run up on the gang, nigga, you gon' get popped, uh
Only thing I killed was an opp, wasn't no Hip-Hop
Throw back down with the thirty
murder (do, do, do)
Things are going to slide
Slide in all directions
Won't be nothing (won't be)
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard,
murder (do, do, do)
Things are going to slide
Slide in all directions
Won't be nothing (won't be)
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard,
so you know I gotta stay low (hot)
Quavo told me, "Trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo"
You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet
to look up
Irving Berlin in the section
For sixteenth century literature
No! Fact is, friends
And I'm telling you in confidence 'cause
I know no one gonna
Verse:
All my pretty speeches are a bust
And so I must try something new.
I've been sitting up the whole night long
Writing a song all about
at In-N-Out
Or some other shit that I don't give a fucking shit about
You bloody marks are all snark
I can see you sippin' Cutty Sark in a golf cart
So meet me
jumping down in Carnegie Hall
Instead of Strauss they play Irving Berlin
Instead of Brahms it's Begin the Beguine
Those classic khakis are due for a fall
on first." Costello: "What are you asking me for?"
"Reports from the new Germany tell of horrors leading to the total extermination of the Jews of Europe."
Verse:
All my pretty speeches are a bust
And so I must try something new.
I've been sitting up the whole night long
Writing a song all about
thing
Hey, ain't much of a difference
Between a bridge and a wall
Without me right in the middle, babe
You would be nothing at all
Enemies
doing what I must
Yeah Nigga, I'm just Moving how I want
4th Quarter Kyrie irving with the Clutch
Rather Receive , Cuz I don't fuck a Give a.
Look
All
you would've thought his name was Irving
Put my soul in every bar I'm really tryna earn it
Climb to the top, man I've been working
Starvation in my
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