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    #46
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    You're just too good to be true

    Can't take my eyes off of you&nb sp;&nb sp;&nb sp;&nb sp;&nb sp;&nb sp; You'd be like heaven to touch

    I wanna hold you so much

    At long last love has arrived

    And I thank God I'm alive

    You're just too good to be true

    Can't take my eyes off of you



    Pardon the way that I stare

    There's nothing else to compare

    The sight of you leaves me weak

    There are no words left to speak

    So if you feel like I feel

    Please let me know that it's real

    You're just too good to be true

    Can't take my eyes off of you



    I love you baby and if it's quite all right

    I need you baby to warm the lonely nights

    I love you baby, trust in me when I say

    Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray



    Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay

    And let me love you baby, let me love you



    You're just too good to be true

    Can't take my eyes off of you

    You'd be like heaven to touch

    I wanna hold you so much

    At long last love has arrived

    And I thank God I'm alive

    You're just too good to be true

    Can't take my eyes off of you

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    psychoanalysis is wasted on the Irish; Sigmund Freud

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      #47
      I'm only human; I'm just a man

      Help me believe in what I could be and all that I am

      Show me the stairway

      I have to climb

      Lord for my sake

      Teach me to take

      One day at a time



      One day at a time, sweet Jesus

      That's all I'm asking from you

      Give me the strength to do everything that I have to do

      Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus

      And tomorrow may never be mine

      Help me today

      Show me the way

      One day at a time.



      Could you remember

      When you walked among men

      Jesus, you know when you're looking below

      It's worse now than then

      Pushin' and shovin' crowd in your mind

      Lord for my sake

      Teach me to take

      One day at a time</font></font>

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        #48
        <center><div ="K&#111;na"><div id="div_customCSS">I've been waiting such a long time

        Looking out for you but you're not here

        What's another year -

        I've been waking such a long time

        Reachin' out for you but you aren't near

        What's another year.



        What's another year for someone

        Who's lost everything that he owns

        What's another year for someone

        Who's getting used to being alone.



        I've been praying such a long time

        It's the only way to hide the fear

        What's another year.



        What's another year for someone,...



        I've been crying such a long time

        With such a lotta pain in ev'ry tear

        What's another year - what's another year - what's another year.</div></div></font></center>


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          #49
          Save your love my darling, save your love

          For summer nights with moon and stars above

          A serenade I long to sing you

          The reddest rose I'll always bring you

          Save your love for Roma and for me



          Darling I will love you endlessly

          Even though you're far away from me

          I can't forget the words I told you

          How it felt to love and hold you

          Love like ours will last eternally



          Save your love my darling, save your love

          For summer nights with moon and stars above

          A serenade I long to sing you

          The reddest rose I'll always bring you

          Save your love for Roma and for me



          Even though it's been so very long

          The memory of our love still lingers on

          I can't wait to hold and kiss you

          Don't you know how much I miss you

          Darling sing for me our lovers song



          Salva l'amore cara, salva l'amore

          Le notte d'estate la luna l'estelle lassu

          A serenade I long to sing you

          The reddest rose I always bring you

          Salva l'amore per Roma e per me



          (La la-la la-la la-la la-la) io ti amo caro

          (La-la la-la la-la la-la la-la) I love you

          I can't wait to hold and kiss you

          Don't you know how much I miss you

          Darling, sing for me our lover's song



          Save your love my darling, save your love

          (Oh you know that I will)

          For summer nights with moon and stars above

          (Oh I love you still)

          A serenade I long to sing you

          The reddest rose I always bring you

          Save your love for Roma and for me
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            psychoanalysis is wasted on the Irish; Sigmund Freud

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              #51


              My child arrived just the other day,
              He came through the world in the usual way.
              But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.
              He learned to walk while I was away.
              And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,
              He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad.
              You know I'm gonna be like you."


              And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
              Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
              "When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
              But we'll get together then.
              You know we'll have a good time then."


              My son turned ten just the other day.
              He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.
              Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,
              I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."
              And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,and
              Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
              You know I'm gonna be like him."


              And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
              Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
              "When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
              But we'll get together then.
              You know we'll have a good time then."


              Well, he came from college just the other day,
              So much like a man I just had to say,
              "Son, I'm proud of you. Can you sit for a while?"
              He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
              "What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
              See you later. Can I have them please?"


              And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
              Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
              "When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
              But we'll get together then, dad.
              You know we'll have a good time then."


              I've long since retired and my son's moved away.
              I called him up just the other day.
              I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
              He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.
              You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's have the flu,
              But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.
              It's been sure nice talking to you."
              And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
              He'd grown up just like me.
              My boy was just like me.


              And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
              Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
              "When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
              But we'll get together then, dad.
              you know we'll have a good time then.

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                #52


                The little boy went first day of school
                He got some crayons and started to draw
                He put colors all over the paper
                For colors was what he saw
                And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
                I'm paintin' flowers he said
                She said... It's not the time for art young man
                And anyway flowers are green and red
                There's a time for everything young man
                And a way it should be done
                You've got to show concern for everyone else
                For you're not the only one


                And she said...
                Flowers are red young man
                Green leaves are green
                There's no need to see flowers any other way
                Than they way they always have been seen


                But the little boy said...
                There are so many colors in the rainbow
                So many colors in the morning sun
                So many colors in the flower and I see every one


                Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
                There's ways that things should be
                And you'll paint flowers the way they are
                So repeat after me.....


                And she said...
                Flowers are red young man
                Green leaves are green
                There's no need to see flowers any other way
                Than they way they always have been seen


                But the little boy said...
                There are so many colors in the rainbow
                So many colors in the morning sun
                So many colors in the flower and I see every one


                The teacher put him in a corner
                She said.. It's for your own good..
                And you won't come out 'til you get it right
                And are responding like you should
                Well finally he got lonely
                Frightened thoughts filled his head
                And he went up to the teacher
                And this is what he said.. and he said


                Flowers are red, green leaves are green
                There's no need to see flowers any other way
                Than the way they always have been seen


                Time went by like it always does
                And they moved to another town
                And the little boy went to another school
                And this is what he found
                The teacher there was smilin'
                She said...Painting should be fun
                And there are so many colors in a flower
                So let's use every one


                But that little boy painted flowers
                In neat rows of green and red
                And when the teacher asked him why
                This is what he said.. and he said


                Flowers are red, green leaves are green
                There's no need to see flowers any other way
                Than the way they always have been seen.

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                  #53
                  Little boxes on the hillside,
                  Little boxes made of ticky tacky,<SUP>1</SUP>
                  Little boxes on the hillside,
                  Little boxes all the same.
                  There's a green one and a pink one
                  And a blue one and a yellow one,
                  And they're all made out of ticky tacky
                  And they all look just the same.


                  And the people in the houses
                  All went to the university,
                  Where they were put in boxes
                  And they came out all the same,
                  And there's doctors and lawyers,
                  And business executives,
                  And they're all made out of ticky tacky
                  And they all look just the same.


                  And they all play on the golf course
                  And drink their martinis dry,
                  And they all have pretty children
                  And the children go to school,
                  And the children go to summer camp
                  And then to the university,
                  Where they are put in boxes
                  And they come out all the same.


                  And the boys go into business
                  And marry and raise a family
                  In boxes made of ticky tacky
                  And they all look just the same.
                  There's a green one and a pink one
                  And a blue one and a yellow one,
                  And they're all made out of ticky tacky
                  And they all look just the same.

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                    #54


                    I am born today, the sun burns its promise in my eyes;
                    Mama strikes me and I draw a breath and cry.
                    Above me a cloud softly tumbles through the sky;
                    I am glad to be alive.


                    It is me seventh day, I taste the hunger and I cry;
                    my brother and sister cling to Mama's side.
                    She squeezes her breast, but it has nothing to provide;
                    someone weeps, I fall asleep.


                    It is twenty days today, Mama does not hold me anymore;
                    I open my mouth but I am too weak to cry.
                    Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky;
                    why is there nothing now to do but die?

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                      #55
                      Johny's in the basement
                      Mixing up the medicine
                      I'm on the pavement
                      Thinking about the government
                      The man in the trench coat
                      Badge out, laid off
                      Says he's got a bad cough
                      Wants to get it paid off

                      Look out kid
                      It's somethin' you did
                      God knows when
                      But you're doin' it again

                      You better duck down the alley way
                      Lookin' for a new friend
                      The man in the coon-skip cap
                      In the big pen
                      Wants eleven dollar bills
                      You only got ten.

                      Maggie comes fleet foot
                      Face full of black soot
                      Talkin' that the heat put
                      Plants in the bed but
                      The phone's tapped anyway
                      Maggie says that many say
                      They must bust in early May
                      Orders from the DA

                      Look out kid
                      Don't matter what you did
                      Walk on your tip toes
                      Don't try, 'No Doz'
                      Better stay away from those
                      That carry around a fire hose
                      Keep a clean nose
                      Watch the plain clothes
                      You don't need a weather man
                      To know which way the wind blows.

                      Get sick, get well
                      Hang around an ink well
                      Ring bell, hard to tell
                      If anything is goin' to sell
                      Try hard, get barred
                      Get back, write Braille
                      Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you failed

                      Look out kid
                      You're gonna get hit
                      But users, cheaters
                      Six-time losers
                      Hang around the theaters
                      Girl by the whirlpool
                      Lookin' for a new fool
                      Don't follow leaders
                      Watch the parkin' meters.

                      Ah get born, keep warm
                      Short pants, romance, learn to dance
                      Get dressed, get blessed
                      Try to be a success
                      Please her, please him, buy gifts
                      Don't steal, don't lift
                      Twenty years of schoolin'
                      And they put you on the day shift

                      Look out kid
                      They keep it all hid
                      Better jump down a manhole
                      Light yourself a candle
                      Don't wear sandals
                      Try to avoid the scandals
                      Don't wanna be a bum
                      You better chew gum
                      The pump don't work
                      'Cause the vandals took the handles.
                      If your religion is worth killing for, please start with yourself.

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                        #56
                        In Berlin, by the wall
                        you were five foot ten inches tall
                        It was very nice
                        candlelight and Dubonnet on ice

                        We were in a small cafe
                        you could hear the guitars play
                        It was very nice
                        it was paradise

                        You're right and I'm wrong
                        hey babe, I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone
                        One sweet day

                        Oh, you're right and I'm wrong
                        you know I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone
                        One sweet day
                        One sweet day

                        In a small, small cafe
                        we could hear the guitars play
                        It was very nice
                        candlelight and Dubonnet on ice

                        Don't forget, hire a vet
                        he hasn't had that much fun yet
                        It was very nice
                        hey honey, it was paradise

                        You're right and I'm wrong
                        oh babe, I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone
                        One sweet day
                        You're right, oh, and I'm wrong
                        you know I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone
                        One sweet day
                        One sweet day

                        One sweet day, one sweet day
                        oh, one sweet day
                        One sweet day, baby-baby, one sweet day
                        one sweet day, one sweet day
                        If your religion is worth killing for, please start with yourself.

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                          #57
                          I hurt myself today
                          To see if I still feel
                          I focus on the pain
                          The only thing that's real
                          The needle tears a hole
                          The old familiar sting
                          Try to kill it all away
                          But I remember everything

                          What have I become?
                          My sweetest friend
                          Everyone I know
                          Goes away in the end
                          You could have it all
                          My empire of dirt
                          I will let you down
                          I will make you hurt

                          I wear this crown of s**t
                          Upon my liar's chair
                          Full of broken thoughts
                          I cannot repair
                          Beneath the stains of time
                          The feelings disappear
                          You are someone else
                          I am still right here

                          What have I become?
                          My sweetest friend
                          Everyone I know
                          Goes away in the end

                          You could have it all
                          My empire of dirt
                          I will let you down
                          I will make you hurt
                          If I could start again
                          A million miles away
                          I would keep myself
                          I would find a way
                          Life is good

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                            #58
                            [Miss Otis Regrets]

                            Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

                            Madam,

                            Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

                            She is sorry to be delayed,

                            but last night down in Lover's Lane she strayed,

                            Madam,

                            Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.



                            When she woke up and found

                            That her dream of love was gone,

                            Madam,

                            She ran to the man

                            Who had led her so far astray,

                            And from under her velvet gown

                            She drew a gun and shot her lover down,

                            Madam,

                            Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.



                            When the mob came and got her

                            And dragged her from the jail,

                            Madam,

                            They strung her upon

                            The old willow across the way,

                            And the moment before she died

                            She lifted up her head and cried,

                            Madam,

                            "Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today."



                            [Just One Of Those Things]

                            As Dorothy Parker once said to her boy friend,

                            "Fare thee well,"

                            As Columbus announced when he knew he was bounced,

                            "It was swell, Isabelle, swell,"

                            As Abélard said to Héloïse,

                            "Don't forget to drop a line to me, please,"

                            As Juliet cried in her Romeo's ear,

                            "Romeo, why not face that fact, dear?"



                            It was just one of those things,

                            Just one of those crazy flings,

                            One of those bells that now and then rings,

                            Just one of those things.



                            It was just one of those nights,

                            Just one of those fabulous flights,

                            A trip to the moon on gossamer wings,

                            Just one of those things



                            If we'd thought a bit

                            Of the end of it,

                            When we started painting the town,

                            We'd have been aware

                            That our love affair

                            Was too hot not to cool down.

                            So goodbye, Dear, and Amen.

                            Here's hoping we meet now and then,

                            It was great fun,

                            But it was just one of those things.
                            Seven social sins: politics without principles, wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without character, commerce without morality, science without humanity, and worship without sacrifice



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                              #59
                              When I was a young man I carried me pack

                              And I lived the free life of the rover

                              From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback

                              I waltzed my Matilda all over

                              Then in 1915 my country said: Son,

                              It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done

                              So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun

                              And they sent me away to the war



                              And the band played Waltzing Matilda

                              When the ship pulled away from the quay

                              And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers

                              We sailed off for Gallipoli



                              It well I remember that terrible day

                              When our blood stained the sand and the water

                              And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay

                              We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter

                              Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well

                              He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell

                              And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell

                              He nearly blew us back home to Australia



                              And the band played Waltzing Matilda

                              When we stopped to bury our slain

                              Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs

                              Then it started all over again



                              Oh those that were living just tried to survive

                              In that mad world of blood, death and fire

                              And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive

                              While around me the corpses piled higher

                              Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head

                              And when I awoke in me hospital bed

                              And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead

                              I never knew there was worse things than dying



                              Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda

                              All around the green bush far and near

                              For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs

                              No more waltzing Matilda for me



                              They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed

                              And they shipped us back home to Australia

                              The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane

                              Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla

                              And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay

                              I looked at the place where me legs used to be

                              And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me

                              To grieve and to mourn and to pity



                              And the Band played Waltzing Matilda

                              When they carried us down the gangway

                              Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared

                              Then they turned all their faces away



                              Now every April I sit on my porch

                              And I watch the parade pass before me

                              I see my old comrades, how proudly they march

                              Renewing their dreams of past glories

                              I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn

                              Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war

                              And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"

                              And I ask myself the same question



                              And the band plays Waltzing Matilda

                              And the old men still answer the call

                              But year after year, their numbers get fewer

                              Someday, no one will march there at all



                              Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

                              Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

                              And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong

                              So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
                              Seven social sins: politics without principles, wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without character, commerce without morality, science without humanity, and worship without sacrifice



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                                #60
                                [TEVYE]
                                "Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
                                I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
                                But it's no great honor either!
                                So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"

                                If I were a rich man,
                                Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
                                All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
                                If I were a wealthy man.
                                I wouldn't have to work hard.
                                Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
                                If I were a biddy biddy rich,
                                Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

                                I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
                                Right in the middle of the town.
                                A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
                                There would be one long staircase just going up,
                                And one even longer coming down,
                                And one more leading nowhere, just for show.

                                I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks
                                For the town to see and hear.
                                And each loud "cheep" and "swaqwk" and "honk" and "quack"
                                Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
                                As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."

                                If I were a rich man,
                                Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
                                All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
                                If I were a wealthy man.
                                I wouldn't have to work hard.
                                Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
                                If I were a biddy biddy rich,
                                Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

                                I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
                                With a proper double-chin.
                                Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
                                I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
                                Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
                                Screaming at the servants, day and night.

                                The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
                                They would ask me to advise them,
                                Like a Solomon the Wise.
                                "If you please, Reb Tevye..."
                                "Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
                                Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
                                And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
                                When you're rich, they think you really know!

                                If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
                                To sit in the synagogue and pray.
                                And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
                                And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
                                That would be the sweetest thing of all.

                                If I were a rich man,
                                Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
                                All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
                                If I were a wealthy man.
                                I wouldn't have to work hard.
                                Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
                                If I were a biddy biddy rich,
                                Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.


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