| I was hoping you’d be gone
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| Tonight when I got home
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| What are you still waiting for
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| You’re probably thinking that
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| She won’t like it where she’s at
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| And she’ll come knocking on my door
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| I used to believe that too
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| But I don’t anymore
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| So go away, blues don’t hand around
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| She’s gone, let me love again somehow
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| I’ve tried, but I could not make her stay
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| So be like her and go away
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| Well, here we are again
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| My old foul-weathered friend
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| Not much left to talk about
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| We’ve cried and shared some laughs
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| Reminiscing this and that
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| But it all seems so tiresome now
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| You’ve been good company
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| But you wore your welcome thin
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| So go away, blues don’t hand around
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| She’s gone, let me love again somehow
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| I’ve tried, but I could not make her stay
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| So be like her and go away
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| Go away, blues don’t hand around
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| She’s gone, let me love again somehow
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| I’ve tried, but I could not make her stay
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| So be like her and go away… |