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Irving berlin

How can I tell you what is in my heart?
How can I measure each and every part?
How can I tell you how much I love you?
How can I
the wine and give me song
By Strauss

By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing
So I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus!
Just give me your oom-pa-pah, by
the wine and give me song
By Strauss

By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing
So, I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus!
Just give me an oom-pa-pah by Strauss!
Pour me a dream
And play me a tune
And I’ll get along
Just as long
As I have a song

The river is wide
And the ocean’s so deep
The harder I try
to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking (ha ha)
So, heaven meets earth like a sloppy, wet kiss
And my heart turns
and bone
It's as if my mind has a mind of it's own

When my heart skips two beats
(I am hidden deep. Fast asleep)
The sea will part, where oceans meet
Yeah He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves

We are His portion and He is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in
by fear and worries
I want them to know how I love them so
Foghorns would sound in waking
Is it my voice you hear?
Footsteps are moving across
know the song, then you can skip this note. If you don't, then a bit of explanation is necessary. During the next verse, the chorus (the singers, not
the tiny little letters. No, I am not making this up. That's what they're singing.] 
Well, we stopped for a coffee in West Berlin
Dumb, dumb, dumb. This is
of the song, supplied by cody gillespie-lynch

On a south pacific ocean, on a south pacific shore,
A legend was written on the sand,
For a man of peace was
The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love

The watchman, he lay dreaming
As the ballroom dancers twirled
makes it harder to cut them deep wounds
Unless there's already scar tissue covered with attitudes
Emotion is an ocean, it's easy to drown in undertow
be defeated by the underhand faceless
Hands in the presence of greatness
I'll teach you how to backstroke
With cinder block bracelets
Dark paddling
probably ever heard of me
Couldn't understand what I mean by ill
Unless you try to translate what I print to film
This is the line of will, the circle
OK, how can I describe this? Beauty at its finest
You say you've been waiting for me to be your highness
Now I'm yours for the taking, so let's
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs
equally for midrange
Yet the songs of thirst remain the same
You could turn the whole cold reservoir to liquor
Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
the bed
I don't know what you're thinking now 
I just hope you're feelin how, much love I have for you
Whoa whoa whoa 

Your Spanish eyes are deep