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Lately you leave me in a cold state of mind |
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Your goodbyes are never on time |
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The blues just keep coming and drying out your eyes |
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Don't you think |
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I feel it, too? |
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A slow train, a cold rain |
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I'm all inside out |
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Your lights just aren't shining on me |
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To live it again, |
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I'd believe a lie |
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Don't you think |
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I feel it, too? |
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In a world of my own |
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Where the ground is my home |
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And the lights they shine only from the sky |
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Like you, like a fool, |
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I'm lost in the blues |
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And don't you think |
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I feel it, too? |
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In a world of my own |
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Where the ground is my home |
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And the lights they shine only from the sky |
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Like you, like a fool, |
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I'm lost in the blues |
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And don't you think |
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I feel it, too? |
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Lately you leave me in a cold state of mind |
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Your goodbyes are never on time |
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The blues just keep coming, and drying out your eyes |
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And don't you think |
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I feel it, too? |
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And don't you think |
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I feel it, too? |
