| The night is mighty chilly
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| And conversation seems pretty silly
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| I feel so mean and rot
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| I’d rather have the blues than what I’ve got
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| The room is dark and gloomy
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| You don’t know what you’re doing to me The web has got me caught
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| I’d rather have the blues than what I’ve got
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| All night I walk the city
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| Watching the people go by
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| I try to sing a little ditty
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| But all that comes out is a sigh
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| The street looks very frightening
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| The rain begins and then comes lightning
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| It seems love’s gone to pot
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| I’d rather have the blues than what I’ve got
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| All night I walk the city
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| Watching the people go by
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| I try to sing a little ditty
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| But all that comes out is a sigh
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| The wind is blowing colder
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| It looks like love is stale and older
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| My luck don’t look so hot
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| I’d rather have the blues than what I’ve got |