| In the evening, when the sun goes down
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| You’re gonna find me, doing
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| What I’m doing right now, and next just sitting around
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| The night life, it ain’t no good life
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| But it’s my life, yes it is
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| And all good people, good people, just like you and me
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| They’re sitting around dreaming
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| Sitting around dreaming about that used to be
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| Oh, listen to the blues, to the blues and what they’re playing
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| I wonder tonight, are you really listening to the blues
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| To the blues and what they’re saying
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| What they seem to be playing to me that’s, that many people have loved
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| And they seem to be saying to me that many people have lost
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| Well, listen, they might not to have loved at all
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| If they had know that they couldn’t pay the cost
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| Oh, they tell me, yeah, they tell me, yeah, they tell me, yeah, they tell me
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| They tell me that life is just an empty scene
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| They say that is older than the oldest broken hearts
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| And they tell me that is newer than the newest stood dreams |