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Room 57 in the midnight hour |
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I'm fresh out of coffee and the cream turned sour |
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I'm thinkin' 'bout the people I've been talkin' to |
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Been here a long time and nobody knew |
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Ain't it shame, ain't it a pity |
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The bluebird's gone from the windy city |
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What a shame, what a shame |
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What a shame, what a shame |
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Good music on the radio, |
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A whole lotta people don't wanna know |
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They say that black is black and white is white |
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You can't cross over 'cause it don't seem right |
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Ain't it shame, ain't it a pity |
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The bluebird's gone from the windy city |
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What a shame, what a shame |
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What a shame, what a shame |
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Ain't it shame, ain't it a pity |
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The bluebird's gone from the windy city |
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What a shame, what a shame |
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What a shame, what a shame |
