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Monday's shine, yes an' Tuesday's rain |
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While the days that go by baby like a south bound train |
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Well its funny thinking you won't ever call my name |
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Here comes lonely |
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Here come the blues |
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Well the words they won't come babe |
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You know my tongue is cold |
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Well there's nothing new blue lady, that won't get old |
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Yes the dealer's gone down |
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And I just better fold |
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Here comes lonely |
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Here comes the blues |
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You know the sun has run down, oh |
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She's gone out to hide |
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Yes and I'm out walking |
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While midnight rides |
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Just me, the good time Charlie's, and the suicides |
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Here comes lonely |
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Here come the blues |
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While Thursday's dry |
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Yes and Friday's just the same |
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Maybe come down blue Monday |
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I will grab the brakes again |
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Cause no bottle of pills can kill this pain |
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Here comes lonely |
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Here come the blues |
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Here comes lonely |
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Here come the blues |
