For Shore
Sometimes I stare and feel the heat of your eyes
And they burn me from deep down inside
Well that's okay, it just suits me fine
But I'm not that sure we're travelling on the same line
Cause when you hold me and you're holding me right
That's when you leave me, you leave me so light
Well it's just not fair, don't want to believe
But that's just the way it all seems to be
So now you're playing out of sight out of mind
You're gonna fall this time
Ain't no good for me baby
The way you treat me with your lies
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Tommy Dorsey: Now here's a fellow, here's a fellow you all know, here's Frankie Sinatra.
Frank: Hello.
Tommy: How're you feeling, Frank?
Frank: Oh, all right. I guess.
Tommy: You had a bad throat last week sometime, didn't you?
Frank: Yeah, but it's much better now, thank you.+
Tommy: Sounds good now, does it?
Frank Uh huh, we hope.
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Frank: Not at all
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Tommy: Thank you, Frankie. And you're going to sing, what song? You're going to sing, you know.
Frank: I'm going to sing Be Careful It's My Heart.
Tommy: Be Careful It's My Heart with Tommy Dorsey on the trombone. All right now