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OST - Just For You - 1953
Harken to me seniorita, Sad is the story I shall tell. Harken to me and remember, If you have a lover watch him well.
Amore, amore, amore.
In the quaint little town of Guadalupe, there once lived a maiden sweet and sad. A boy from brazil was his sweetheart, And she was the apple of his eye.
Together they walked in the sunset, and spoke of the day when they would wed. And whenever they danced in the plaza, The stars seemed to dance overhead.
Amore, amore, amore.
On night in his eyes she discovered, a look she had not seen before. In a sad voice he told her, His dream was to be a matador.
She kissed him farewell in the dawning, And wept as he slowly rode away. He was bound for the great crowded city But he vowed he would send for her one day
Amore, amore, amore.
Alone in the great crowded city, A great matador he became. Soon at a grand gay fiesta A new love had set his heart aflame.
Every morning she'd look for a letter, but alas the letter never came. And then just by chance through some old traveller he learned of his fortune and his fame
Then one day she left Guadalupe, in search for her severed boy she went. She still loved the lad that betrayed her, and hoped that when they'd meet he'd repent
He found him one night at a fiesta, That night there was blood on the moon. He was dancing with that seniorita, But he knew not that death had called his tune
And this is the end of my story, The end of a story sad to tell So harken to me seniorita If you have a lover watch him well.
Amore, amore, amore.
Amore, amore, amore.
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1. Ayo 240 up, 50 down It means Hey You. It is mainly used when addressing an individual in any given situation to get his or her attention.
Ayo! What time is it? Ayo, Can I talk to you for a minute? by E520 Oct 22, 2003 email it permalink: del.icio.us Send to a friend your email: their email: send me the word of the day (it's free) 2. ayo 171 up, 87 down The best song ever by Andre Nickatina. Ayo for Yayo is a tale..all about that yayo...
AYO FOR YAYO WALK AROUND WITH YAYO ALL IN MY NASAL I MUSTA BEEN CRAZED YO... damn boyyy that's my favorite jam! -Rick aka..crackbat. by girlonthestreet Mar 31, 2004 email it 3. ayo 75 up, 29 down a streamlined fusion of the salutation "hey, yo" that goes over extremely well with the modern urban entrepreneur.
"ayo, slim, whatcha'll be on?" by sinicalypse May 4, 2003 email it 4. ayo 35 up, 41 down This is a Nigerian name of the Yoruba dialect which means 'Joy'. It can be combined with other names.
e.g. Ayodele meaning Joy (Ayo) has come/arrived home (Dele) tags ayo joy nigeria name dele by nun ur biznaess UK Sep 3, 2006 email it 5. ayo 44 up, 88 down
amped up, ready to go, excited
Are you ayo for llello? by Blahblah Jun 28, 2003 email it
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Artist: Hum Song: Apollo Album: Downward Is Heavenward
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two. I'm thinking of a number between everything and two.
She said you can find a space between my arms if you will stay, like if we ignore the systems, they'll just blink out and quickly go away.
She said I'll keep all the signals that you send home to me, and I'll meet you back here on the ground. It's lift off, lift off again. She's pissed off, pissed off again.
Moonlight brings me back again to stay, and I know if she had a way I'd always be through. Tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone, and never ever stepping out into. Blankness and darkness, like underneath the leaf, have settled on me here and scraped away the sound.
She said you can find a place inside my heart if you will stay, and I need you back here on the ground. It's lift off, lift off again. She's pissed off, pissed off again.
Moonlight brings me back again to stay, and I know if she had a way I'd always be through. Tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone, and never ever stepping out into.
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two.
And moonlight brings me back again to stay, and I know if she had a way I'd always be through. Tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone, and never ever stepping out into. And moonlight brings me back again this day, and I don't feel a thing here anymore. The strings of information slowing to a stop, the tether's end is slipping from its knot, I'm stretching out in two.
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two. I'm thinking of a number between everything and two, and it's molecules of you.
Happy birthday, old boy.
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