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At the starting of the week
At summit talks you'll hear them speak It's only Monday Negotiations breaking down See those leaders start to frown It's sword and gun day Tomorrow never comes until it's too late You could be sitting taking lunch The news will hit you like a punch It's only Tuesday You never thought we'd go to war After all the things we saw It's April Fools' day Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Tomorrow never comes until it's too late You hear a whistling overhead Are you alive or are you dead? It's only Thursday You feel a shaking on the ground A billion candles burn around Is it your birthday? Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Make tomorrow come I think it's too late |
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| 3. |
| 2:55 |
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| 4. |
| 2:31 |
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| 5. |
| 2:54 |
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Siboney, en tu boca la miel puso su dulzor.
Ven aqui, que te quiero y que todo tesoro eres tu para mi. Siboney, al arrullo de las palmas pienso en ti. Siboney de mi sueno si no oyes la queja de mi voz, Siboney si no vienes me morire de amor. Siboney de mis suenos te espero sin ansia en mi caney, Siboney si no vienes yo morire de amor. Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal, que no se pierda por entre el ruido manigual |
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| 6. |
| 2:14 |
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| 7. |
| 3:25 |
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| 8. |
| 2:49 |
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Siboney, en tu boca la miel puso su dulzor.
Ven aqui, que te quiero y que todo tesoro eres tu para mi. Siboney, al arrullo de las palmas pienso en ti. Siboney de mi sueno si no oyes la queja de mi voz, Siboney si no vienes me morire de amor. Siboney de mis suenos te espero sin ansia en mi caney, Siboney si no vienes yo morire de amor. Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal, que no se pierda por entre el ruido manigual |
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| 9. |
| 4:05 |
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Cucurrucucu Paloma
Dicen que por las noches Nomas se le iba en puro llorar, Dicen que no comia, Nomas se le iba en puro tomar, Juran que el mismo cielo Se estremecia al oir su llanto; Como sufrio por ella, Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba, Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... gemia, Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba, De pasion mortal... moria Que una paloma triste Muy de manana le va a cantar, A la casita sola, Con sus puertitas de par en par, Juran que esa paloma No es otra cosa mas que su alma, Que todavia la espera A que regrese la desdichada Cucurrucucu... paloma, Cucurrucucu... no llores, Las piedras jamas, paloma ¡Que van a saber de amores! Cucurrucucu... cucurrucucu... |
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| 2:40 |
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All the leaves are brown.
And the sky is grey. I've been for a walk on a winter's day. I'd be safe and warm if I was in LA California dreamin' on such a winter's day. Stopped into a church I passed along the way Well,I got down on my knees, And I pretend to pray. You know,the preacher likes the cold. He knows I'm gonna stay. California dreamin' on such a winter's day All the leaves are brown. And the sky is grey. I've been for a walk on a winter's day. If I didn't tell her I could leave today. California dreamin' on such a winter's day. California dreamin' on such a witer's day. California dreamin' on such a winter's day. |
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| 11. |
| 5:04 |
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I'm so tired of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow Gonna give my heart away Leave it to the other girls to play For I've been a temptress too long Give me a reason to love you Give me a reason to be a woman I just wanna be a woman From this time unchained We're all looking at a different picture Thru this new frame of mind A thousand flowers could bloom Move over and give us some room Give me a reason to love you Give me a reason to be a woman I just wanna be a woman So don't you stop being a man Just take a little look from our side when you can Sow a little tenderness No matter if you cry Give me a reason to love you Give me a reason to be a woman I just wanna be a woman I wanna be is all woman For this is the beginning of forever and ever I'm so tired of playing Playing with this bow and arrow Gonna give my heart away Leave it to the other girls to play |
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| 12. |
| 5:01 |
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At the starting of the week
At summit talks you'll hear them speak It's only Monday Negotiations breaking down See those leaders start to frown It's sword and gun day Tomorrow never comes until it's too late You could be sitting taking lunch The news will hit you like a punch It's only Tuesday You never thought we'd go to war After all the things we saw It's April Fools' day Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Tomorrow never comes until it's too late You hear a whistling overhead Are you alive or are you dead? It's only Thursday You feel a shaking on the ground A billion candles burn around Is it your birthday? Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Make tomorrow come I think it's too late |
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| 3:17 |
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