| Well, it’s hard to be a gambler
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| Bettin’on the number
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| That changes ev’ry time
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| Well, you think you’re gonna win
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| Think she’s givin’in
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| A stranger’s all you find
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| Yeah, it’s hard to figure out
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| What she’s all about
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| That she’s a woman through and through
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| She’s a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,
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| Oh, Moody blue
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| Tell me am I gettin’through
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| I keep hangin’on
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| Try to learn the song
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| But I never do Oh, Moody blue,
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| Tell me who I’m talkin’to
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| You’re like the night and day
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| And it’s hard to say
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| Which one is you.
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| Well, when Monday comes she’s Tuesday,
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| When Tuesday comes she’s Wednesday,
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| Into another day again
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| Her personality unwinds
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| Just like a ball of twine
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| On a spool that never ends
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| Just when I think I know her well
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| Her emotions reveal,
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| She’s not the person that
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| I though I knew
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| She’s a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,
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| Oh, Moody blue
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| Tell me am I gettin’through
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| I keep hangin’on
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| Try to learn the song
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| But I never do Oh, Moody blue,
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| Tell me who I’m talkin’to
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| You’re like the night and day
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| And it’s hard to say
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| Which one is you. |