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All the years combine |
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They melt into a dream |
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A broken angel sings |
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From a guitar |
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In the end there's just a song |
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Comes crying up at night |
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Through all the broken dreams |
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And vanished years |
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Stella blue |
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Stella blue |
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When all the cards are down |
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There's nothing left to see |
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There's just the pavement left |
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Broken dreams |
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In the end, there's still that song |
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That comes crying like the wind |
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Down every lonely street |
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That's ever ever been |
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Stella blue |
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Stella blue |
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I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel |
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Can't win for trying |
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Dust off those rusty strings just one more time |
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Gonna make them shine, make them shine |
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It all rolls into one |
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And nothing comes for free |
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There's nothing that you can hold |
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For very long |
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When you hear that song |
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That comes crying like the wind |
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Seems like all this life |
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Was just a dream |
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Stella blue |
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Stella blue |
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Stella blue |
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Stella blue |
