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Why is it that civilized humanity |
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Can make the world so wrong ? |
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In this hurly-burly of insanity |
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Our dreams cannot last long. |
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We've reached a deadline, |
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A press headline, Every sorrow. |
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Blues value is news value |
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Tomorrow. |
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Blues |
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Twentieth century blues |
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Are getting me down. |
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Blues |
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Escape those weary |
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Twentieth century blues. |
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Why, |
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If there's a God in the sky, |
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Why shouldn't He grin |
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High |
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Above this dreary |
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Twentieth century din ? |
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In this strange illusion, |
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Chaos and confusion, |
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People seem to lose their way. |
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What is there to strive for, |
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Love or keep alive for, |
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Say, 'Hey, hey!' |
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Call it a day ? |
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Blues |
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Nothing to win or to lose, |
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It's getting me down. |
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Blues |
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Escape those weary |
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Twentieth century blues. |
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We've reached a deadline, |
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A press headline, |
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Every sorrow. |
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Blues value |
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Is news value |
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Tomorrow. |
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Blues |
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Nothing to win or to lose, |
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It's getting me down. |
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Blues |
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Escape those dreary |
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Twentieth century |
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Blues. |
