| I can hear the rain come down
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| I can listen with my heart
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| I can see you with both eyes closed in the dark
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| Sleep will come in just a while
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| But till it does I choose
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| To listen to the rain
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| It’s the rhythm of the blues
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| I walk along these streets of home
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| That once belonged to us
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| And now, baby, I walk alone and I am lost
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| In the sound of my own footsteps on the avenues
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| I guess I’m only walking to rhythm of the blues
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| I don’t want to hear another word spoken
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| Don’t want to hear
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| I don’t want to see another tear shed
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| Don’t want to see
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| I can’t seem to fix what’s broken
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| Like this record, baby, in my head
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| Lonely looks as bad on me
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| As lonely looks on you
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| And still we keep on moving
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| To the rhythm of the blues
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| I want a place to call my own
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| Where you have never been
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| I want to look around and know
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| You won’t be coming back again
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| On some pretence paper-thin
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| That I can see right through
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| You come and go, baby
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| Like the rhythm of the blues
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| You come and go, baby
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| Like the rhythm of the blues
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| You come and go, baby
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| Like the rhythm of the blues |