| Street is dark and empty
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| In this low-down dirty town
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| If I wasn’t here I’d be somewhere else today
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| I’m looking out the window
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| And the sun is sinking down
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| But it’s rising where my baby used to lay
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| I don’t know how it happened
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| Why it happened oh so fast
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| 'Til every word of hope just sounded false
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| Couldn’t touch the future
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| Didn’t feel the past
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| My fingers froze and we didn’t feel the pulse
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| But the sun still shines
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| And the rain still falls
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| The last goodbye, why did it cut so sharp
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| Blue street, blue lights
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| Blue room, blue goodnights
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| No blue as blue as one blue heart
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| Smoky light is curling
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| Off my cigarette
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| And the radio is playing songs we know
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| These images of you
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| Above my empty bed
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| Are you still the same you that I used to know?
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| And the sun still shines
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| And the rain still falls
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| The last goodbye, why did it cut so sharp
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| Blue street, blue lights
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| Blue room, blue goodnights
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| No blue as blue as one blue heart
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| Glasses on the table
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| Your postcards on the wall
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| And your shadow just keeps dancing in the dark
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| Feeling the effects
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| And the room’s becoming small
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| I feel that burning in my eyes begin to start
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| And the sun still shines
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| And the rain still falls
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| The last goodbye, why did it cut so sharp
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| Blue street, blue lights
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| Blue room, blue goodnights
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| No blue as blue as one blue heart
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| Nothing as blue as my blue heart |