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Frank Sinatra |
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Miscellaneous |
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Feet Of Clay |
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(Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo oo oo oo) |
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(Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo oo oo oo) |
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Her eyes were softer than the night, her lips were honey and wine |
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And oh I love her more than life, I worship this love of mine. |
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(Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo oo oo oo) |
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(Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo oo oo oo) |
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I worshipped her so blindly till I was told one day, |
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For love of gold, my true love sold, sold her heart away. |
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(Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo oo oo oo) |
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(Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo oo oo oo) |
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The love that I had idolized has sold her heart away, |
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Too late, too late, I realized my idol had feet of clay. |
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(Oo oo oo oo oo oo, ee) |