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Now That’s What I Call Music 5
Disc 1
01. A View to a Kill
02. The Word Girl
03. Axel F
04. Johnny Come Home
05. In Too Deep
06. Icing on the Cake
07. Cherish
08. Every Time You Go Away
09. Kayleigh
10. Slave to Love
11. This Is Not America
12. Don't You (Forget About Me)
13. Get It On
14. Black Man Ray
15. One More Night
Disc 2
01. Frankie
02. History
03. Money's Too Tight (To Mention)
04. Feel So Real
05. Round and Around
06. Turn It Up
07. Magic Touch
08. N-N-Nineteen Not Out
09. The Unforgettable Fire
10. Walls Come Tumbling Down
11. Walking on Sunshine
12. Out in the Fields
13. Shadow of Love
14. Life in One Day
15. Love Don't Live Here Anymore
Our love is history

I'm gonna burn the letters you were sending me.
Our love is history

I'm gonna burn the letters you were sending me.

Now listen
People
To what I have to say:
I really love him but he took my love away - you don't say.
Our love is history

I'm gonna burn the letters you were sending me. . .

When you're gonna fall in love

There's nothing you can do about it.
When you're gonna fall in love

Don't you beat around the bush.
When you're gonna fall in love

Now don't you fry to deny it

When you're gonna fall in love

Better let it get to you.

Our love is history - oh yeah!
So now it's over

He's got a heart made out of stone - a cold stone.
Iire learned my lesson

The day I found myself alone - why did you do
Our love is history

I'm gonna burn the letters you were sending me. . .
Buni 'em off
Burn 'em off
Burn
Burn
Burn 'em off.
When you're gonna fall in love

There's nothing you can do about it. . . .

When it got to lovin' you were never there

All that I could do was dream.
When I need some huggin' you never ever cared.
Why did you have to be that mean?
Gonna burn your letters
Gonna burn your letters
I'm gonna burn your letters you were sending me.
Our love is history
I'm gonna burn the letters you were sending me -
Gonna burn 'em off
Gonna buni 'em off
Gonna burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn 'em off.
Our love is history
I'm gonna bum the letters you were sending me. . .