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America Drinks and Goes Home


America Drinks and Goes Home
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
First release by: The Mothers of Invention - 1967



(Here's a special request)
(Hope you enjoy it)

I tired to find How my heart
could be so blind
Dear
How could I be fooled just like the rest
You came on strong with your
Fast car and your class ring
Sad eyes and your ... ...
I fell for the whole thing
I don't regret for having met
Up with a girl who Breaks hearts
Like they were nothing at all
I've done it too
Now I know just what it feels like
And just like I said I have no regrets

Well it's about time to close...
I hope you've had as
much fun as we have!
Don't forget the jam session Sunday!...
Mandy Tension will be by
playing his xylophone
troupe!
It'll be a lot of fun!
Monday night is the Dance
Contest Night...
Twist Contest!...
We give away ah...
peanut butter and jelly!...
There'll be sandwiches for all of you...
I hope we've played your requests...
the songs you like to hear...
Last call for alcohol!...
Drink it up folks...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you Bob, how's it going?
How's your kids?...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you, yes...
Oh, Bill Bailey?...
Ah we'll get to that to- morrow night...
Caravan with a drum solo?...
right!...
We'll do that!...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you again!...
Yeah!...la, la, la...
Down at the Pompadour A-Go-Go!!...
Vo-do-de-oo-pee-pee...
Shoobe-doot 'n-dadada, ada-da-dahhh ...
Nya-da-da, nya-da-da...
'nite all!...

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Working Class Hero


Working Class Hero
Composer(s): John Lennon
Originally performed by: John Lennon
Covered by various other artists



As soon as you're born, they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home, and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Til you're so f***ing crazy you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still f***ing peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top, they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me

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America America


America America
Composer(s): Michel Sardou
Performer(s): Michel Sardou



Et j'ai vu San Francisco Bridge
Rallier l'univers en deux rives
Oui quand j'ai vu San Francisco
Ma ville est morte dans mon dos

America America
America America

Hier encore, j'étais tranquille
Bien au chaud au ventre de ma ville
Protégé par de grands murs gris
Une église et des pharmacies

America America
America America

Hier encore j'étais tranquille
Tout seul au centre d'une ville
J'avais de la buée plein les yeux
J'allais être un jeune homme sérieux

America America
America America

Puis j'ai vu San Francisco Bridge
Rallier l'univers en deux rives
Oui quand j'ai vu San Francisco
Ma ville est morte dans mon dos

America America
America America

Ils avaient des voitures immenses
Des murs en verre, des maisons blanches
Ils avaient des cheveux partout
Des filles qu'on suivrait à genoux

America America
America America

Autour de moi, tout grandissait
Je ne savais plus qui j'étais
Les flics étaient de vrais géants
Je voulais partir en courant

America America
America America

Aujourd'hui, sur San Francisco Bridge
Je vois l'univers en deux rives
Mon cœur est à San Francisco
Ma ville est morte dans mon dos

America America
America America

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Workin' On A Groovy Thing


Workin' On A Groovy Thing
Composer(s): Roger Atkins; Neil Sedaka
Performer(s): The 5th Dimension;
and various other artists



When I saw you I knew that I was gonna love you
And everyday I thought of how I'm gonna love you
Now you're here next to me
And ecstasy is a reality
I feel good when you are near
I'm alive cause you are here
Working on a groovy thing baby
Working on a groovy thing
Working on a groovy thing baby
Let's not rush in we'll take it slow

Before I met you I know my lips were only wasted
Cause you have got the sweetest kiss I ever tasted
Music moves us along
Your arms around me are snug and warm
Happiness is in my soul
I'm about to lose all control
Working on a groovy thing baby
Working on a groovy thing
Working on a groovy thing baby
Let's not rush in we'll take it slow
Working on a groovy thing

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America (Simon & Garfunkel)


America
((Italian Version: America (by Bruno Lauzi) - 1973))
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Simon & Garfunkel - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigaret I think there's one in the raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America

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Workin' Man Blues


Workin' Man Blues
Composer(s): Merle Haggard
Made famous by: Merle Haggard
Covered by various other artists



It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get a little tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay
But I'll go back workin'
Come Monday morning I'm right back with the crew
I'll drink a little beer that evening
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

Hey hey, the workin' man, the workin' man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
'Cause I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin' around
I wanna throw my bills out the window, catch a train to another town
But I go back working
I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern
Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues

Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
'Cause I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern
Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues

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America (José Luis Perales)


America
Composer(s): José Luis Perales
First release by: José Luis Perales - 1991
Covered by multiple other artists



Me hueles a merengue y a bolero
a caña y a café
Me hueles a corrido y a charango
carnavalito y miel
Me hueles a maracas y a guitarras
a gaucho solitario y a sabana
a piel morena y sal
Me hueles a canela y a banana
herida siempre y siempre maltratada
soñando libertad

Coro

América, América
Me hueles a guayaba
a cordillera helada
a tierra verde y lluvia tropical
me hueles a pradera y a eterna primavera
me hueles a futuro y libertad (2)

Me hueles a tabaco y a maíces
a dátiles y a arroz
Me hueles a inmigrantes q se fueron
cantando una canción
Me hueles a torrente y a quebrada
a sangre campesina derramada
para tu libertad
Me hueles a mujer enamorada
herida siempre y siempre abandonada
soñando frente al mar

Coro (2)

America, America

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Workin' For The Man


Workin' For The Man
Composer(s): Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Roy Orbison



Hey now you better listen to me everyone of you
We got a lotta lotta lotta lotta work to do
Forget about your woman and that water can
Today were working for the man

well pick up your feet
we've got a deadline to meet
I'm gonna see you make it on time
Don't relax
I want elbows and backs
I wanna see everybody from behind

'Cause your working for the man working for the man
you gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

Oh well I'm pickin' 'em up and I'm laying 'em down
I believe he's gonna work me into the ground
I pull to the left I heave to the right
I wanna kill him but it wouldn't be right

'Cause I'm working for the man working for the man
gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

Well the boss man's daughter sneaks me water
everytime her daddy's down the line
she says meet me tonight love a me right
and everything is gonna be fine
So I slave all day without much pay
'cause I'm just abiding my time
'cause the company and the daughter you see
Their both gonna be all mine

Yah I'm gonna be the man gonna be the man
Gotta make him a hand if I'm gonna be the man

working for the man working for the man
gonna be the man gonna be the man
Gotta make him a hand working for the man

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America (Prince)


America
Composer(s): Prince
Performer(s): Prince & the Revolution



Yeah
Peace!

Aristocrats on a mountain climb
Making money, losing time
Communism is just a word
But if the government turn over
It'll be the only word that's heard

America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free

Little sister making minimum wage
Living in a 1-room jungle-monkey cage
Can't get over, she's almost dead
She may not be in the black
But she's happy she ain't in the red

America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free

Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace

Jimmy Nothing never went 2 school
They made him pledge allegiance
He said it wasn't cool
Nothing made Jimmy proud
Now Jimmy lives on a mushroom cloud

America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free

America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free

Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace

boom, boom, boom, boom
the bomb go
boom, boom, boom, boom
the bomb go boom.
Teacher, why won't Jimmy pledge allegiance?

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Workin' For MCA


Workin' For MCA
Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie VanZant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd;
Particle; Hank Williams Jr.



Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me
From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk
Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want

(Chorus)
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' For MCA

9000 dollars, that's all we could win
They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar
Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar

(Chorus)

Suckers took my money since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen
But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know
That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes

(Chorus)

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America (Neil Diamond)


America
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond



Far
We've been traveling far
Without a home
But not without a star
Free
Only want to be free
We huddle close
Hang on to a dream

On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America
Never looking back again
They're coming to America

Home, don't it seem so far away
Oh, we're traveling light today
In the eye of the storm
In the eye of the storm

Home, to a new and a shiny place
Make our bed, and we'll say our grace
Freedom's light burning warm
Freedom's light burning warm

Everywhere around the world
They're coming to America
Every time that flag's unfurled
They're coming to America

Got a dream to take them there
They're coming to America
Got a dream they've come to share
They're coming to America

They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
Today, today, today, today, today

My country 'tis of thee
Today
Sweet land of liberty
Today
Of thee I sing
Today
Of thee I sing
Today

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Workin' At The Car Wash Blues


Workin' At The Car Wash Blues
Composer(s): Jim Croce
Performer(s): Jim Croce; Brian Collins



Well, I had just got out from the county prison
Doin' ninety days for non-support
Tried to find me an executive position
But no matter how smooth I talked
They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius
The man say, "We got all that we can use"
Now I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Working at the car wash blues

Well, I should be sittin' in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair
Talkin' some trash to the secretaries
Sayin', "Here, now mam-ma, come on over here"
Instead, I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag
And walkin' home in soggy old shoes
With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues

You know a man of my ability
He should be smokin' on a big cigar
But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait
In my rubber suit a-rubbin' these cars

Well, all I can do is a-shake my head
You might not believe that it's true
For workin' at this end of Niagara Falls
Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes
So baby, don't expect to see me
With no double martini in any high-brow society news
'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues

So, baby, don't expect to see me
With no double martini in any high-brow society news
'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues

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America (Marilyn Cooper, Chita Rivera & The Shark Girls)


America
Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim
First release by: Marilyn Cooper, Chita Rivera & The Shark Girls - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



Rosalia:
Puerto Rico...
You lovely island ...
Island of tropical breezes
Always the pineapples growing
Always the coffee blossoms blowing...

Anita:
Puerto Rico
You ugly island...
Island of tropic diseases
Always the hurricanes blowing
Always the population growing...
And the money owing
And the babies crying
And the bullets flying
I like the island Manhattan -
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!

Others (except Rosalia):
I like to be in America!
Okay by me in America!
Everything free in America
For a small fee in America

Rosalia:
I like the city of San Juan

Anita:
I know a boat you can get on

Rosalia:
Hundreds of flowers in full bloom

Anita:
Hundreds of people in each room!

All (except Rosalia):
Automobile in America
Chromium steel in America
Wire-spoke wheel in America
Very big deal in America!

Rosalia:
I'll drive a Buick through San Juan

Anita:
If there's a road you can drive on!

Rosalia:
I'll give my cousins a free ride

Anita:
How can you get all of them inside?

All (except Rosalia):
Immigrant goes to America
Many hellos in America
Nobody knows in America
Puerto Rico's in America!
(The girls dance around Rosalia)

Rosalia:
I'll bring a TV to San Juan

Anita:
If there's a current to turn on!

Rosalia:
I'll give them new washing machine

Anita:
What have they got there to keep clean?

All (except Rosalia):
I like the shores of America!
Comfort is yours in America!
Knobs on the doors in America
Wall-to-wall floors in America!
(They dance)

Rosalia:
When I will go back to San Juan

Anita:
When you will shut up and get gone!

Rosalia:
Ev'ryone there will give big cheer!

Anita:
Ev'ryone there will have moved here!

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Work Song


Work Song ((Spanish Version: La Cancion Del Trabajo (by Raphael) - 1966)) Composer(s): Nathaniel Adderley - Oscar Brown Jr. First release by: Nathaniel Adderley - 1960; Oscar Brown Jr. - 1960 Originally performed by: Oscar Brown Jr. Covered by multiple other artists



Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang Breaking rocks and serving my time Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang Because they done convicted me of crime Hold it steady right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been working and working But I still got so terribly far to go I commited crime lord I needed Crime of being hungry and poor I left the grocery store man bleeding When they caught me robbing his store Hold it steady right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been working and working But I still got so terribly far to go I heard the judge say five years On chain-gang you gonna go I heard the judge say five years labor I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!" Hold it right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been working and working But I still got so terribly far to go Gonna see my sweet honey bee Gonna break this chain off to run Gonna lay down somewhere shady Lord I sure am hot in the sun Hold it right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been workin’ and workin’ Been workin’ and slavin’ An’ workin’ and workin’ But I still got so terribly far to go

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America (Miguel Gallardo)


America
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



De Buenos Aires a Nueva York
he desnudado tu cuerpo entero
con mi guitarra de trovador
y con mi alma de aventurero
America, America
Y ví a tus niños sonreir
y ví en tus campos crecer el trigo
con tus mujeres fuí felíz
y de tus hombres me siento amigo
America, America
Y una lágrima clara
hoy recorre tu cara
y tu risa se apaga... America
Y tus flores se mueren
y en tus tierras no llueve
y tus guerras te hieren... America
Quiero ver que te tu estrella
entre miles de ellas
vuelva a ser la más bella... America
Quiero verte de nuevo
levantarte del suelo
y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
Soy, solamente, un soñador
que ni siquiera, nació en tu suelo
pero que un día te conoció
y desde entonces, sé que te quiero
America, America
Y una lágrima clara
hoy recorre tu cara
y tu risa se apaga... America
Y tus flores se mueren
y en tus tierras no llueve
y tus guerras te hieren... America
Quiero ver que te tu estrella
entre miles de ellas
vuelva a ser la más bella... America
Quiero verte de nuevo
levantarte del suelo
y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
America, America
America
Quiero ver que te tu estrella
entre miles de ellas
vuelva a ser la más bella... America
Quiero verte de nuevo
levantarte del suelo
y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
America, America... America
America, America... America
America, America... America

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Words, Words, Words


Words, Words, Words
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré



Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes?
J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier
Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées
La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles
Et quarante millions de mètres de tailleur
Prenaient la taille à la putain de Galilée
La terre a bu le coup et penche du Tropique
Elle reste agrippée à mon temps cellulaire
Je déchargeais des tombereaux de souvenirs
Nous étions une histoire et n'avions rien à dire
Moi je prendrai la quatrième dimension
Pour trisser dans l'azur mes jambes migratrices
Le mur instantané que je dresse à la Chine
Mao c'était le nom de ce Viking flamand
Le tissu d'esquimau vieillit beaucoup plus vite
Des plaies sur des grabats du Chili à Lisbonne
S'exténuaient en équations de cicatrices
Le malade concret et l'interne distrait
Sont allés boire un pot au Café de la Morgue
Des vieillards le chéquier à la main à la banque
Faisaient des virements de testicules abstraits
L'embryon vaginé derviche dans le manque
Un pavot est venu l'asperger cette nuit
Mon berceau féodal et mes couilles gothiques
Des faux-nez des trognons des tissus ajoutés
Fondaient sous les sunlights de l'Opéra Comique
La Standard Oil prend du bidon et du gin fizz
La fièvre est descendue ce soir à Mexico
O ce parfum diapré dans la nuit des cigales
Dans une discothèque on a mis des barreaux
Les fenêtres s'en vont de la gorge et du squale
Ça sent la perfection dans ces rues amputées
Saint-Denis c'est un saint au derrière doublé
La fièvre est descendue ce soir dans un bordel
Et fallait voir comment ça soufflait dans la cale
Il y a partout des cons bordés d'oiseaux
Comme des lettres cheminant en parchemin
Nightingale O chansons crevées à minuit trente
J'ai le concile dans la main qui se lamente
Devant le mur à faire un peu des oraisons
La Folie m'a tenu la main à sa culotte
On eût dit de la mer s'en allant pour de bon
Viens petit dévêts-toi prends du large et jouis
Je sais des paravents comme un zoom d'espérance

Que font-ils? Qui sont-ils?
Ces gens qu'on tient en laisse
Dans les ports au shopping
Au bordel à la messe?
Et ces mômes qu'on pourrait
S'carrer entre deux trains
Histoire de leur montrer
Qu'on a du face-à-main...
Ils ont voté Ils ont voté
Comme on prend un barbiturique
Et ils ont mis la République
Au fond d'un vase à reposer
Les experts ont analysé
Ce qu'il y avait au fond du vase
Il n'y avait rien qu'un peu de vase

Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes?
J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier
Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées
La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles...

Shakespeare aussi etait un terroriste

"Words... words... words..." disait-il

Videla?
En français: Budelle, tripes
En italien: Budella, tripes

En argentin?
Allez-y voir!

De quoi degueuler...
Vraiment!

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America (Gianna Nannini)


America
Composer(s): Gianna Nannini - Paoluzzi
Performer(s): Gianna Nannini



Cercherò mi sono sempre detta cercherò
troverai, mi hanno sempre detto troverai
per oggi sto con me, mi basto e nessuno mi vede
e allora accarezzo la mia solitudine
ed ognuno ha il suo corpo a cui sa cosa
chiedere chiedere chiedere chiedere

Fammi sognare lei si morde la bocca e si sente l'America
Fammi volare lui allunga la mano e si tocca l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte come fosse l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America

Cercherai mi hanno sempre detto cercherai
e troverò ora che ti accarezzo, troverò
ma quanta fantasia ci vuole per sentirsi in due
quando ognuno è da sempre nella sua solitudine
e regala il suo corpo ma non sa cosa chiedere

Fammi volare lei le mani sui fianchi come fosse l'America
Fammi sognare lui che scende e che sale e si sente l'America
Fammi l'amore lei che pensa ad un altro e si inventa l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America

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Words Of Love (The Mamas & The Papas)


Words Of Love
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas



Words of love, so soft and tender
Won't win a girls heart anymore
If you love her then you must send her
Somewhere where she's never been before
Worn out phrases and longing gazes
Won't get you where you want to go, no!
Words of love, soft and tender
Won't win her

You ought to know by now
You ought to know, you ought to know by now
Words of love, soft and tender
Won't win her anymore

You ought to know by now
You ought to know, you ought to know by now
Words of love, soft and tender
Won't win a girls heart anymore
If you love her then you must send her
Somewhere where she's never been before
Worn out phrases and longing gazes
Won't get you where you want to go

Words of love, soft and tender
Won't win her anymore, anymore

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Amém, Amém


Amém, Amém
Composer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner



Eu cheguei nessa terra
Sem saber o que fazer
Minha mãe só dizia
Filho não vá nos esquecer

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De entes amados ou largados
Pessoas que vivem como a gente
Na luta agitada do vai-e-vem
Faça tudo não seja diferente
E siga em paz, amém, amém

Eu cheguei há algum tempo
E já sei o que fazer
Pelo menos procuro
Outras coisas esquecer
Pra não ter que viver sem uma razão
E não ter que ficar sempre calado
E não ter que chorar de vez em quando
Ou não ter que tomar um bonde errado
É por isso que eu canto o dia inteiro
E passo a vida aliviado

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Words Of Love (Buddy Holly)


Words Of Love
Composer(s): Buddy Holly
Originally performed by: Buddy Holly



Hold me close and tell me how you feel
Tell me love is real
Words of love you whisper soft and true
Darling I love you
Let me hear you say
the words I want to hear
Darling when you're near

Words of love you whisper soft and true
Darling I love you

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