| Well I’d already turned the lights out, almost gone to sleep
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| When a little voice inside me asked, are you all you thought you’d be?
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| This late night singing’s just like dreaming
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| More like talking to yourself
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| I don’t find many answers, but the music seems to help
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| It’s just a blue mood I’m in, comes every now and then
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| It’s the kind that softly knocks you down to your knees
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| But it’s gonna pass in time, in a day or two, well, I’ll be fine
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| Just tonight those blues got the last ol' laugh on me
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| I heard they got Suzanna’s money, like they stole Fred Neilson’s mind
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| Well, I guess that reinforces music’s all we’ve got sometimes
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| Life’s mostly handshakes and divorces
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| True blue friends that bend and sway
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| While the price of living honestly comes harder every day
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| Yeah, I’ve been recovering from surgery, yea, they took a piece of me
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| Well, I’ve been cut much deeper, I always got back on my feet
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| But with the passing of John Henry, then the loss of Stevie Ray;
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| I see the light of our own time get dimmer every day |