| Lately you leave me in a cold state of mind
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| Your goodbyes are never on time
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| The blues just keep coming and drying out your eyes
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| Don’t you think I feel it, too?
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| A slow train, a cold rain, I’m all inside out
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| The lights just aren’t shining on me
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| To live it again, I’d believe in a lie
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| Don’t you think I feel it, too?
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| In a world of my own, where the ground is my home
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| And the lights, they shine only from the sky
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| Like you, like a fool, I’m lost in the blues
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| And don’t you think I feel it, too?
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| In a world of my own, where the ground is my home
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| And the lights, they shine only from the sky
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| Like you, like a fool, I’m lost in the blues
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| And don’t you think I feel it, too?
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| Lately you leave me in a cold state of mind
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| Your goodbyes are never on time
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| The blues just keep coming and drying out your eyes
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| And don’t you think I feel it, too?
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| And don’t you think I feel it, too? |