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15.02.2000 |
1. | If I Can't Love Her |
2. | Anyone Can Whistle |
3. | Why God Why |
4. | I'd Rather Be Sailing |
5. | Whistle Down the Wind |
6. | Dreamers |
7. | Can You Feel the Love Tonight |
8. | Red Red Rose |
9. | Good Thing Going |
10. | Easy to Love |
11. | A Boy From Nowhere |
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14. | I Chose Right |
15. | Try to Remember |
16. | Proud of Your Boy |
17. | Sunset Boulevard |
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Can You Feel the Love Tonight |
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Tell my father that his son
Didn't run, or surrender
That I bore his name with pride
As I tried to remember
You are judged by what you do
While passing through
As I rest 'neath fields of green
Let him lean on your shoulder
Tell him how I spent my youth
So the truth could grow older
Tell my father when you can
I was a man
Tell him we will meet again
Where the angels learn to fly
Tell him we will meet as men
For with honor did I die
Tell him how I wore the Blue
Proud and true through the fire
Tell my father so he'll know
I love him so
Tell him how I wore the blue
Proud and true like he taught Me
Tell my father not to cry
Then say goodbye
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Somebody to hold me too close
Somebody to hurt me too deep
Somebody to sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware of being alive, being alive
Somebody need me too much
Somebody know me too well
Somebody pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give be support for being alive, being alive
Make me alive, make me confused
Mock me with praise, let me be used
Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody crowd me with love
Somebody force me to care
Somebody make me come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you to help us survive,
Being alive, being alive, being alive, being alive
Make me alive, make me confused
Mock me with praise, let me be used
Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody crowd me with love
Somebody force me to care
Somebody make me come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you to help us survive,
Being alive, being alive, being alive, being alive
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