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By Harry Connick, Jr., I remember the days
Of just keeping time of hanging around
In
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Got my tweed pressed
Got my best vest
All I need now
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Ave maria gratia plena
Maria gratia plena
Maria gratia plena
Ave, ave! dominus,
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Basin Street is the street
Where all the white and the
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Took a midnight train
Headed way back east
Left behind some pain
In
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By Harry Connick, Jr., I live in a tiny closet
A lukewarm cold water flat
With
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By Harry Connick, Jr., And the warden said
"He won't need a cell, he has
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By Harry Connick, Jr., I used to be a boozehound
Spent my time downtown
Gettin round
Sittin
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By Harry Connick, Jr., The sun sets red with rage
White clouds float by
Like high
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By Harry Connick, Jr., We are not in a position to display these lyrics
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Must you dance every dance
With the same fortunate man
You have
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By Harry Connick, Jr., When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at
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By Harry Connick, Jr., I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
A little early this year
No sign
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Take me... take me
To the city beneath the sea
The river
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Come by me, come talk to me baby
Tell me how
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Now you say you're lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well,
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled all around, in
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Once there was a wicked witch
In the lovely land of
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By Harry Connick, Jr., DO - a deer, a female deer
RE - a drop
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Do nothin' till you hear from me
Pay no attention to
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
And
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Hello Central give me Doctor Jazz
He's got what I need,
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Don't like goodbyes, tears or sighs
I'm not too good at
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By Harry Connick, Jr., I see your eyes drifting, drifting
I'm really not that naive
You
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By Harry Connick, Jr., The sentimental sun in his teary sky
Says he doesn't want
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By Harry Connick, Jr., You'd be so easy to love
So easy to idolize all
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white, clean and
