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When I look at you something isn't true |
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What am I to do? |
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Where am I to go? |
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When I find a way to take the blues away |
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What a funny day, what a funny world |
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And then it all just rolls on and on |
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It's like an echo echoing on |
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When you look at me what is it you see? |
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What are you to do? |
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How are we to know? |
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If there is a way to chase the blues away |
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Tell me mow, today, sooner as you can |
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But it still rolls on and on |
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Just like an echo echoing on |
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Take me away, take me today |
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Find me a room, find me a view |
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If it's to be surely you see |
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Used to be you, used to be me |
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When I look at you something isn't true |
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What am I to do? |
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Where am I to go? |
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When I find a way to take the blues away |
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Tell me mow, today, sooner as you can |
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But it still rolls on and on |
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Just like an echo echoing on |
