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Sittin' here in L.A., looking down at my shoes |
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Drownin' my troubles on small talk & blues |
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Sittin' here wonderin' if I could have been born to lose |
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I think movin is losin and now I can see |
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I let a false hearted woman make a fool outta me |
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And now all I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues |
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Days are alright |
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I can't take these, L.A. nights |
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This place is a jungle when a man's on his own |
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I wish I could go home |
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Had me a fine woman down in Birmingham town |
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Took care of my money and she didn't play around |
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All I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues |
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Days are alright |
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I can't take these, L.A. nights |
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This place is a jungle when a man's on his own |
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I wish I could go home |
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Sittin' here in L.A., looking down at my shoes |
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Drownin' my troubles on small talk & blues |
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Sittin' here wonderin' if I could have been born to lose |
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I think movin is losin and now I can see |
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I let a false hearted woman make a fool outta me |
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And now all I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues |
