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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