| For my love sickness
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| There’s no physician
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| What could he tell me to use?
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| No liquid or I’m sure
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| Ever did or cure
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| A woman alone with the blues
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| Burning memories of
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| The man that I loved
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| Crowd or my
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| For all of the pain I feel
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| His two loving arms could heal
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| A woman, alone, with the blues
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| To a blue melody
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| Woman human
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| I could pour my soul out in song
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| And the words would be
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| About a good woman
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| Who believed in a man
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| Right or wrong
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| He’ll come back someday
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| Begging forgiveness
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| Blushing way down to his shoes
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| No man in this world can find, happiness or peace of mind
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| And break any heart he may choose
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| And leave his woman alone with the blues |