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Faithfull Marianne 20Th Century Blues

reached a deadline A press headline, every sorrow Blues value is news value Tomorrow Blues Twentieth century blues Are getting me down Blues Escape those weary Twentieth century blues

a deadline, A press headline, Every sorrow. Blues value Is news value Tomorrow. Blues? Twentieth century blues Are getting me down. Blues? Escape those weary Twentieth century blues

Au fond de la seine Il y a de l'or, Des bateaux rouilles, Des bijoux, des armes. Au fond de la seine Il y a des morts. Au fond de la seine Il y a des

I'm much too sentimental, My heart is never free. Perhaps it's accidental That love should come to me. Some little thing within me Protects me for a

My madeleine of Paris She'll laugh and dance and sing To cheer the weary soldier At his homecoming. A little room together, An hour of love to spend

same shark, This poor sweet shark, It sheds red blood When it bleeds. Mackie big knife Wears a white glove, Pure in word and Pure in deed. Sunday morning Lovely blue

Now we've come to this good ending Happily all hands unite, And with money in your pocket You can clean up, price is right. There are some who dwell

pipe out of your mouth, you rat. Surabaya Johnny, No one's meaner than you. Surabaya Johnny, My god? and I still love you so. Surabaya Johnny, Why am I feeling so blue

I walk along the street of sorrow The boulevard of broken dreams Where gigolo and gigolette Can take a kiss without regret So they forget their broken