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I go through the strangest kind of changes |
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Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues |
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And would you believe it, |
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I'm so urban |
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My suburban friends don't know my bag of blues |
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I'm up in the mornin' on the corner so sedated |
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That you hardly know it's me |
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And late in the evening when |
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I'm mellow |
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There's my fellow with the world for me to see |
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Oh, it's a world full of cocktails at nine |
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Dinners and wine and very late shows |
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And where the crowd goes |
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I'm a girl with a world of her own |
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A queen on her throne |
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Till every thing's gone and then |
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I wake up to find that |
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I'm a stranger |
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In a world where |
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I have never been before |
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I look for the man who held my hand |
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But now I know that he'll be coming back no more |
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I'm telling you 'bout this bag of blues |
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It's payin' dues, but |
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I got news |
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Gimme that, |
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I really want that |
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Speakin' 'bout bag of blues |
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Mister, I'm payin' dues |
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Listen I'm changin' shoes |
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I'm gonna make me some changes |
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I walk in a daze and then |
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I'm back to my apartment |
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Where I'll grab another wink |
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And doze on the sofa till eleven |
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Then get up and pour myself another drink |
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Then back at the party, |
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I'll be hearty |
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While waitin' for some better news |
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But now in the meantime |
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I'll just sit right here and cool it |
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We're gonna cool it now |
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And listen to the rhythm |
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Ahmad's blues |
