| Now it’s just you and me, my blue friend
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| And you say that it’s you that she’s thinking of
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| And our affair must end
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| But if it’s you that she’s thinking of
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| I think my broken heart might mend
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| Now it’s my turn to talk and your turn to think
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| Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
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| Your turn to cry and my turn to sink down in the Blue Chair
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| Down in the Blue Chair
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| Now I’ve made up my mind I’ve made my mistake
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| And I know that she cries for you
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| When she’s barely awake
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| Well she’s going to bend your mind
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| Well I hope it don’t break
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| Down in the Blue Chair
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| We can watch our troubles rise
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| Like smoke into the air
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| And drift up to the ceiling
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| Down in the Blue Chair
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| You can feel just like a boy or a man
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| And next minute you can find yourself kneeling
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| Down in the Blue Chair
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| They’re boasting of loving the daylights right out of her in the small hours
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| Down in the Blue Chair
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| You say that your love lasts forever when you know the night is just hours
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| And still I want her right now
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| Not any minute, hour or day
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| And wherever she is tonight
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| I want her anyway
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| I suppose she never said to you
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| You were just in the way
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| Down in the Blue Chair
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| Down in the blue
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| Blue becomes you
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| Down in the Blue Chair |