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By Harry Connick, Jr., Parle plus bas
Car on pourrait bien nous entendre
Le monde n'est
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Oh please, don't talk about me when I'm gone
Although our
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Promise me you'll remember
This love together today
We may
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Come with me, and you'll be in, a world of
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By Harry Connick, Jr., I'm catchin a plane home
I can feel the wind on
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By Harry Connick, Jr., A little bit of me and a whole lot of
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Hey kids!
You know dasher and dancer and prancer and vixen
Comet
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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., I think I saw ol' santa through my window christmas
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Lay a hand upon the water
Well within, well within
Wash away
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By Harry Connick, Jr., I met her... but I never thought
She'd belong to me
I
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Blessed be the one who needeth tongue
To uncoil her speech
Blessed
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Just hear those sleigh bells jingling
Ring ting tingling too
Come on,
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By Harry Connick, Jr., I cried all night for Sonny
'Til my eyes were dry
'Til
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By Harry Connick, Jr., I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I found my
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By Harry Connick, Jr., My hands are red
Admittedly, the cross is mine
The time is
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By Harry Connick, Jr., How soon I will delight
How straight and good
Scorched by vibrant
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By Harry Connick, Jr., And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the
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By Harry Connick, Jr., We lived our little drama
We kissed in a field of
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Stay awake, don't rest your head
Don't lie down upon your
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By Harry Connick, Jr., SAVOY, THE HOME OF SWEET ROMANCE
SAVOY, IT WINS YOU AT
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Because I was afraid to speak when I was just
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By Harry Connick, Jr., South American stories
Tell of a girl who's quite a dream
The
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Went to a little get-together
With some old friends
Not much has
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By Harry Connick, Jr., The blessed dawn of christmas day
As honestly as children pray
The
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By Harry Connick, Jr., In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call The Gypsy
She
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Who's that hiding in the tree top?
It's that rascal
The Jitterbug!
Should
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Danny was an old-time bourbon street barker
Who wanted the same
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By Harry Connick, Jr., Come they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum
A new born
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By Harry Connick, Jr., High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Loud was the
