| Now listen, Julie baby
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| It ain’t natural for you to cry in the midnight
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| Ain’t natural for you to cry way into midnight through
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| Until the wee small hours long 'fore the break of dawn
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| Oh Lord
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| Now Julie, an' there ain’t nothin' on my mind
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| More further 'way than what you’re lookin' for
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| I see the way you jumped at me, Lord, from behind the door
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| And looked into my eyes
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| Your little star struck innuendos
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| Inadequacies an' foreign bodies
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| And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
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| Numbs my brain
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| And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
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| Numbs my brain, oh Lord
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| So open up the window and let me breathe
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| I said, open up the window and let me breathe
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| I’m looking down to the street below, Lord, I cried for you
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| I cried, I cried for you, oh Lord
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| The cool room, Lord is a fool’s room
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| The cool room, Lord is a fool’s room
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| And I can almost smell your T.B. |
| sheets
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| And I can almost smell your T.B. |
| sheets
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| On your sick bed
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| I gotta go, I gotta go
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| And you said, «Please stay, I wanna, I wanna
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| I wanna drink of water, I wanna drink of water
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| Go in the kitchen get me a drink of water»
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| I said, «I gotta go, I gotta go, baby»
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| I said, «I'll send, I’ll send somebody around later
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| You know we got John comin' around here later
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| With a bottle of wine for you, baby, but I gotta go»
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| The cool room, Lord is a fool’s room
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| The cool room, Lord, Lord is a fool’s room, a fool’s room
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| And I can almost smell your T.B. |
| sheets
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| I can almost smell your T.B. |
| sheets, T. B
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| I gotta go
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| I’ll send around, send around one that grumbles later on, babe
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| See what I can pick up for you, you know that
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| Yeah, I got a few things gotta do
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| Don’t worry about it, don’t worry about it, don’t worry
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| Go, go, go, I’ve gotta go, gotta go, gotta, gotta go
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| Gotta go, gotta go, all right, all right
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| I turned on the radio
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| If you wanna hear a few tunes, I’ll turn on the radio for you
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| There you go, there you go, there you go baby, there you go
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| You’ll be all right, too, yeah
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| I know it ain’t funny, it ain’t runny at all, baby
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| Always laying in the cool room, man, laying in the cool room |