| This is a story for blues singers baby
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| This is a story for a ship’s captain, too
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| You never know just what’s around the corner
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| What pain or pleasure’s gonna come at you
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| Ooh aah
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| Ooh aah
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| The tall girl’s eyes do all the talking
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| In a sad and beautiful world
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| Yeah, the tall girl’s eyes do all the talking
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| It’s all to do with the love she wants in this world
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| Ooh aah
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| Ooh aah
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| She got long blond hair and blue eyes shining
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| And his fingers make her come in her sleep
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| But she says to herself you need nobody darling
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| Ooh, what about love
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| Ooh aah
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| Ooh aah
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| Don’t matter what a lucky thing you are
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| Don’t matter just how cool you think you, you
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| When the girl walks up to the bar
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| Oh you just, just got to give it a spin
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| And she sits there immaculate at a table
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| And it’s just close enough for you
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| As she stares at a street lamp from a table
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| Never, never she’ll notice you
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| But you don’t accept this situation
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| You want to get up and tell her something good
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| Some days you make me feel so happy
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| Some days I feel blue
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| Some days I’m so, so neutral
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| Some days I fall in love with you
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| This is a story for blues singers baby
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| This is a story for a ship’s captain, too
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| You never know just what’s around the corner
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| What pain or pleasure’s gonna come at you
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| Ooh aah
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| Ooh aah
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| Ooh aah
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| Ooh aah |