| The blue of blue
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| Is mostly grey
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| Ain’t no silver line
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| No brighter day
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| Last of the coming up
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| Didn’t come my way
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| Looks like I’m down here to stay
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| Down to stay
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| So kick me, I won’t feel a thing
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| My senses have all been run
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| And there’s nothing left of the used to be
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| But the weeping that’s just begun
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| That sour taste too late
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| But now I duck my head
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| And no cradle rocks this empty bed
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| If crying’s not good for me
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| Then I guess I’m doing wrong
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| So I sing this crying song
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| Cry along
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| You packed it in too soon
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| You lose me but not your nerve
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| Well I guess I know it’s what I deserve
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| Crazy to think that I could keep you on reserve
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| And so the curtain falls
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| Curtain falls |