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All the years combine |
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they melt into a dream |
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A broken angel sings |
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from a guitar |
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In the end there's just a song |
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comes crying like the wind |
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through all the broken dreams |
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and vanished years |
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Stella Blue |
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When all the cards are down |
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there's nothing left to see |
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There's just the pavement left |
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and broken dreams |
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In the end there's still that song |
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comes crying like the wind |
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down every lonely street |
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that's ever been |
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Stella Blue |
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I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel |
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Can't win for trying |
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Dust off those rusty strings just |
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one more time |
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Gonna make em shine |
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It all rolls into one |
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and nothing comes for free |
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There's nothing you can hold |
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for very long |
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And when you hear that song |
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come crying like the wind |
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it seems like all this life |
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was just a dream |
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Stella Blue |
