| Well the sun’s done gone,
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| Don’t have me no light.
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| Moon and the man’ll be rollin' all night.
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| Scorpio’s up, bleeding all day into pasture.
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| And the hours behind are always too few;
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| Miles between can’t begin to undo
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| The feeling that you will never see another like her.
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| Damn the lonesome ways
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| And the young and foolish days
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| And the kid who made the man who’d leave you.
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| With the sink of a ship,
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| I’m gonna dip into that hue
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| 'til they color me like I colored you:
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| the color of a lonely heart.
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| The color of a lonely heart is blue.
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| Stars go off like flash-pot dots;
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| The sparkle of the candle power is stark.
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| Lift up your light
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| 'Cause you’ll never see a night that’s blacker.
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| And the weight of it all gets heavier still.
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| Time (as?) it crawls a little slower until
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| Scorpio’s up, bleeding all day into Cancer.
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| Damn the lonesome ways
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| And the young and foolish days
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| And the kid who made the man who’d leave you.
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| With the sink of a ship,
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| I’m gonna dip into that hue
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| 'til they color me like I colored you:
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| the color of a lonely heart.
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| The color of a lonely heart is blue. |