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If all those little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
That's where you'll find me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
just a step beyond the rain
Just one of those nights - Part 3
In the still of the night
One of those nights - Part 2
I remember it well
One of those nights - Part 1
I write the songs
Yesterday
i catch the early morning train
baby, it's cold outside
the way you look tonight
it's a little bit funny
when I held her hand
I'll be a hero, just for one day
i can't get it through my head
I see it in your eyes
happiness is a warm gun
My girl is red hot
When the moon hits your eye
My Girl
When it all comes down
Friday, I'm in love
I'll be there
That's amore
i don't know why
Howling around your kitchen door
I wish I was a neutron bomb
One of those nights
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
A smog of love gets in your eyes.
Do you see what I see?
Hole
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Underneath it all
Take me out to the ball game
Stand and deliver
Blue Train
I get along without you very well
I look good without a shirt
I'm no extra, baby, I'm a leading man.
On the day that you were born
My pictures of you
Tangled up in blue
He kept the devil on a leash
I read the news today, oh boy
And then there was you
How strange the change from major to minor
Am I only dreaming
I say a little prayer for you.
When my baby smiles at me
The first time ever I saw her face
The art of the Rhumba
I must be in RhumbaLand