| Song sung blue, everybody knows one
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| Song sung blue, every garden grows one
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| Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
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| But when you take the blues and make a song
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| You sing them out again, you sing them out again
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| In a song sung blue, weeping like a willow
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| Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow
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| It’s a funny thing but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
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| And before you know it start to feeling blue you have no choice
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| Song sung blue, everybody knows one
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| Song sung blue, every garden grows one
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| Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
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| But when you take the blues and make a song
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| You sing them out again
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| Song sung blue, weeping like a willow
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| Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow
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| And that’s a funny thing but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
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| And before you know it start to feeling all good you’ve got no choice
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| Song sung blue, everybody knows one
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| Song sung blue, every garden grows one
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| Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
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| But when you take the blues you make a song sung blue |