1. |
There Must B 2
03:23
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They say to dance there must be two
must be me and must be you
me in black and you in red
and what you hear
the sound of your fear
well it's music to my ears
and in this moment you are not ready yet
So I call you up and I ask you a question
but you don't know how to answer
but that's ok because I'm standin here lookin at you
wonderin of a way to get through to you
And I wonder if three's a crowd or a party
There are two of me but there's one of you so let's start it
They say it takes two to tango
well it takes a lot to arrange all of these consequences
and all these dance partner changes
Lady in red
I pull us cheek to cheek
and my face matches your screams
and in this moment you have given everything to me
So I call you up and I ask you a question
but you don't know how to answer
but that's ok cause I'm standin here right behind you
cockin my head and raisin my hand
And I know now that three's a crowd, not a party
I prefer my own company so let's get things started
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Victoria
03:39
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Long ago life was clean
Sex was bad, called obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Croquet lawns, village greens
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Canada to India
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
From the West to the East
From to the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
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