| Room 57 in the midnight hour
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| I’m fresh out of coffee and the cream turned sour
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| I’m thinkin' 'bout the people I’ve been talkin' to
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| Been here a long time and nobody knew
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| Ain’t it shame, ain’t it a pity, the bluebird’s gone from the windy city
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| What a shame, what a shame
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| What a shame, what a shame
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| Good music on the radio
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| A whole lotta people don’t wanna know
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| They say that black is black and white is white
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| You can’t cross over 'cause it don’t seem right
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| Ain’t it shame, ain’t it a pity, the bluebird’s gone from the windy city
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| What a shame, what a shame
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| What a shame, what a shame
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| Ain’t it shame, ain’t it a pity, the bluebird’s gone from the windy city
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| What a shame, what a shame
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| What a shame, what a shame |