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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


Come Swing With Me! (1961)
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Day by Day
Im falling more in love with you
And day by day
My love seems to grow
There isn't any end to my devotion
It's deeper, dear, by far
Than any ocean
I find that day by day
You're making all my dreams come true
So come what may
I want you to know
I'm yours alone
And I'm in love to this day
As we go through the years
Day by day

Im yours alone
And Im in love to this day
As we go through the years
Day by day

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Gonna take a sentimental journey, gonna set my heart at ease
Gonna make a sentimental journey, to renew old memories
I got my bag, I got my reservation, spent each dime I could afford
Like a child in wild anticipation, I long to hear that: "All aboard!"
Seven, that's the time we leave - at seven, I'll be waiting up for heaven
Counting every mile of railroad track - that moves me back
I never though my heart could be so yearny, why did I decide to roam
Gotta take a sentimental journey, sentimental journey home

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What a day this has been
What a rare mood I'm in
Why it's almost like being in love

There's a smile on my face
For the whole human race
Why it's almost like being in love

All the music of life seems to be
Like a bell that is ringing for me

And from the way that I feel
When the bell starts to peal
I would swear I was falling, I could swear I was falling
It's almost like being in love

Almost like being in love

Just like being in love

All the music of life seems to be
Just like a bell that is ringing for me

And from the way that I feel
When the bell starts to peal
I would swear I was falling, I could swear I was falling
- It's almost like being in love

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Give me five minutes more, only five minutes more
Let me stay, let me stay in your arms

Here am I, begging for only five minutes more
Only five minutes more of your charms

All week long I dreamed about our Saturday date
Don't you know that Sunday morning you can sleep late

Give me five minutes more (Here am I begging for), only five minutes more
(Let me stay, let me stay)
Let me stay, let me stay (stay) in your arms

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Daisy is darling
Iris is sweet
Lily is lovely
Blossom's a treat

Of all the sweethearts
I've yet to meet
Well I finally chose an American beauty rose

Camelia's tragic
She can't be mine
Magnolia's magic
It makes Maggie shine
Laurel will hug you
Orchid's divine
Still I finally chose an American beauty rose

Why she's clingier than Ivy
And she's zingier than black-eyed Susan
And springier than Mabel in June
But daffy as a daffodil
It's laughable the way I thrill
When roses are in bloom

Pansy is pretty
Willow is tall
Violet's kisses
Tulips recall
How can I choose one
I love 'em all
Still I finally chose an American beauty rose

Say she's clingier than Ivy
And she's zingier than black-eyed Susan
And springier than Mabel in June
But daffy as a daffodil
It's laughable the way I thrill
When roses are in bloom

That Pansy is so pretty
Willow is tall
Violet's kisses
Tulips recall
How can I choose one
I love 'em all
Still I finally chose an
Can you guess who I chose?
Yep, I chose an American beauty rose

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You'll shout when it hits you - yes indeed!
Yes you'll shout when it hits you - yes indeed!
When the spirit moves you, you'll shout: "hallelujah!"
When it hits you, (you'll) holler (shout) - yes indeed!

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Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at the doorstep
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street
Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid 'cause this rover, crossed over

If I never had a cent I'll be as rich as Rockfeller
Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street

With those blues on parade
Because this rover, it crossed over

If I never had a cent I'll be as loaded as old Rockfeller
With that gold dust 'round my feet
On the sunny side of the street
On the side, at that side of the street that is sunny

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Tear a star from out the sky
And the sky feels blue
Tear a petal from a rose
And the rose weeps too

Take your heart away from mine
And mine will surely break
My life is yours to make
So please keep the spark awake

Would you take the wings from birds
So that they can't fly
Would you take the ocean's roar
And leave just a sigh

All this your heart won't let you do
This is what I beg of you
Don't take your love from me

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That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle that I feel inside
And then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go
Round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide

I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire
Cause you are the lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine, darling
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic called love

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Lover, when I'm near you
And I hear you
Speak my name
Softly, in my ear
You breathe a flame

Lover, when we're dancing
Keep on glancing in my eyes
Til loves own enchanting music dies

All of my future is in you
You're every plan I desire
Promise you’ll always continue
To be mine

Lover, please be tender
When your tender fears depart
Lover, I surrender
To my heart

All of my future is in you
You're every plan I desire
Promise you’ll always continue
To be mine

Lover, please be tender
When your tender fears depart
Lover, I surrender
To my heart

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I'm gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellas cannot steal
And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real

When I come home at night she'll be there waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all this world
I'd rather have a paper doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded, real live girl

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It seems to me I've heard that song before
It's from an old familiar score
I know it well, that melody

It's funny how a theme
Recalls a favorite dream
A dream that brought you so close to me

I know each word, because I've heard that song before
The lyrics said: "for evermore"
For evermore's a memory

Please have them play it again
And (Then) I'll remember just when
I heard that lovely song before

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