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| 1. |
| 1:56 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:45 |
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| 3. |
| 4:06 |
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| 4. |
| 7:02 |
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| 5. |
| 4:00 | 
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Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just worry 'bout nothin' Cause he's got his own |
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| 6. |
| 3:04 |
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop |
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| 7. |
| 3:12 |
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| 8. |
| 3:31 |
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Good Morning Heartache
Goodmorning heartache You old gloomy sight Goodmorning heatache Thought we said goodbye last night I turned and tossed 'til it seemed you had gone But here you are with the dawn Wish I'd forget you, but you're here to stay It seems I met you when my love went away Now everyday I start by saying to you Goodmorning heartache, what's new? Stop haunting me now Can't shake you nohow Just leave me alone I've got those Monday blues Stright through Sunday blues Goodmorning heartache Here we go again Goodmorning heartache You're the one who knew me when Might as well get used to you hanging around Goodmorning heartache Sit down Stop haunting me now Can't shake you nohow Just leave me alone I've got those Monday blues Stright through Sunday blues Goodmorning heartache Here we go again Goodmorning heartache You're the one who knew me when Might as well get used to you hanging around Goodmorning heartache Sit down |
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| 9. |
| 3:02 |
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| 10. |
| 4:00 |
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| 11. |
| 3:18 |
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| 12. |
| 4:04 |
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| 13. |
| 2:28 |
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This bitter earth
Well, what a fruit it bears What good is love Mmm, that no one shares And if my life is like the dust Ooh, that hides the glow of a rose What good am I Heaven only knows Lord, this bitter earth Yes, can be so cold Today you're young Too soon, you're old But while a voice within me cries I'm sure someone may answer my call And this bitter earth Ooh, may not, oh, be so bitter after all |
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| 14. |
| 2:43 |
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Unforgettable
That's what you are Unforgettable Tho' near or far Like a song of love that clings to me How the thought of you does things to me Never before has someone been more Unforgettable in every way And forever more, that's how you'll stay That's why darling it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too |
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| 15. |
| 2:59 |
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Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had About the boy On the silverscreen He melts my foolish heart in every single scene Although I'm quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad About the boy Lord knows I'm not a fool girl I really shouldn't care Lord knows I'm not a school girl In the flurry of her first affair Will it ever cloy This odd diversity of misery and joy I'm feeling quite insane and young again And all because I'm mad about the boy So if I could employ A little magic that will finally destroy This dream that pains me and enchains me But I can't because I'm mad... I'm mad about the boy |
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| 16. |
| 2:28 |
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