Under the glow of the very bright lights. I turn my face towards the warm night skies. And I am not afraid of a thousand eyes. And they're above five hundred smiles.
There is no easy love. the one I'm thinking of. I miss you every day. . Please just stay around. you are my beat, my sound. my light, my destiny. . You rang the door one of a Sunday morning.
When I was a little girl I had a rag doll. The only doll I've ever owned. Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll. But only now my love has grown.
Think of your fellow man. Lend him a helping hand. Put a little love in your heart. . You see it's getting late. Oh please don't hesitate. Put a little love in your heart.
[WARBUCKS]. I know the Depression's depressing. . [GRACE]. The carols are stilled. The stores aren't filled. . [WARBUCKS]. And the windows are minus their dressing.
Sweetheart, the sun has set. All red and primitive above our heads. Blood stained on an ageless sky. Wipe your tears and let the salt stains dry. Let them all run dry.
NYC What is it about you. You're big. You're loud. You're tough NYC. . I go years without you. Then I can't get enough. Enough of the cab drivers answering back.
Coming with a lie. Here we go again. First you say you write. Then you take my pen. 'Cause underneath your smile. You don't wanna lose. Babe, I got the style.
I was lost until you came. Tell you what was needed soon. Precious little angel. Take a look, what you've done. . But, I was lost until you came. . Precious little angel.
My best friend, where are you?. tell me, where are you?. Can't seem to find you anywhere. will I ever meet you?. . Thought I saw you last night smiling at me.
The city streets are wet again with rain. But I'm walkin' just the same. Skies turn to the usual gray. When you turn to face the day. . And love don't show up in the pavement cracks.
The city streets are wet again with rain. But I'm walkin' just the same. Skies turn to the usual gray. When you turn to face the day. . And love don't show up in the pavement cracks.
It's time to tell my story of a girl I used to know. Always cried into her pillow under pin-ups on the wall. She didn't make Italia Conte, didn't get that TV show.
I like to wake alone, to lie and turn to stone. Comfort me, oh come to me, I won't go on. I like to walk along, to keep my head screwed on. Comfort me, oh come to me, I won't go on.
(Annie). Maybe far away. Or maybe real nearby. He may be pouring her coffee. She may be straightening his tie.. Maybe in a house. All hidden by a hill.
Oh God, where are you now?. And what you gonna do. About the mess I've made?. If there was ever a soul to save. It must be me, It must be me. . Dear God, oh how can I survive?.
i used to know this girl marie. And so the story goes she never really talked to me. her house was seven blocks away. on my way to school i went to see if shes ok.
O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by. . Yet in thy dark streets shineth. The everlasting light.
Mahiyaaa aa... I wish you see yourself the way I see ya. You shine just like a star mahiya. 'Cause you're my only pyaar mahiya. . Maine tujhko hi dil main basaya.
I used to be lunatic from the gracious days. I used to be woebegone and so restless nights. My aching heart would bleed for you to see. Oh, but now. (I don't find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole just to make me cry).