Shake down the stars, pull down the clouds. Turn off the moon, do it soon. I can't enjoy this night without you. . Shake down the stars. . Dry up the streams, stop all my dreams.
Shake down the stars, pull down the clouds. Turn off the moon, do it soon. I can't enjoy this night without you. Shake down the stars. Dry up the streams.
(1934) Eddie Delange, Irving Mills, Duke Ellington. . In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die. . I sit in my chair. Filled with despair.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die. . I sit in my chair. I'm filled with despair.
In my solitude you haunt me. With memories of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die. . I sit in my chair. And filled with despair.
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In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.
In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die. . I sit in my chair. I'm filled with despair.
In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.
In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.
In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.
In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die. . In my solitude I'm praying. Dear Lord above.
I'm gonna hang out with myself.. I won't be in debt to anybody. Or have to worry about pushing anyone. 'Cause I don't want them around.. . And everybody around me has told me things that I don't believe.