| In the quiet afternoon you
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| Left and went down into town
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| And I just watched the empty road behind you
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| Where the fog lies kissing the mountainside
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| You want to lie sleeping, deep inside
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| Believing that the hungry world won’t find you
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| Well, that’s just fine, that’s just fine
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| You’ve got to believe
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| And I don’t know, I don’t know
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| What I believe anymore
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| Or whether to leave, or whether to stay
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| Or what I can say
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| To make you know
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| How deep it goes
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| Somebody turned on the dirty blues
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| I know you don’t like the blues
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| 'Cause the words are always the same
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| And they kind of remind you
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| Somebody turned the blues on me
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| Well I don’t like the blues 'cause I can’t see
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| Through the tears that come and make it hard to find you
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| Come on down
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| Come on down
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| You’ve got to come lay down here
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| And say those things, those warm things
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| Right here in my ear
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| The times that you had that water like wine
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| So clean and so fine
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| To make me know
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| How deep it goes
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| Well, that’s just fine, that’s just fine
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| You’ve got to believe
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| And I don’t know, I don’t know
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| If I could leave anymore
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| Even though there’s a scar
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| Still fresh from the war
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| Don’t think about it no more
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| Letting new love flow
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| How deep it goes |