| Blues, you’re buzzkill
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| You sneak up on my pain pills
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| Jack Daniels can’t swallow you whole
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| Hey Blues, you’re a tough act to follow
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| Ain’t no neddle that can kill
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| The pain that I feel
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| No smoke that can clear all this air
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| Hey Blues, nothing compares
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| (Chorus)
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| The way that you hurt
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| The way that you sting
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| The way that you bring me
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| Down to my knees
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| If whiskey can’t drown you
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| What the hell will
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| Hey Blues, you’re a buzzkill
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| (Verse)
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| You showed up at a party
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| Where I thought I’d party so hard
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| That you’d be gone for good
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| Hey Blues, guess I misunderstood
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| You’re good at disguising
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| And I’m good at lying
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| Right here, where some strangers been
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| Hey Blues, you’re over my head
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| (Chorus)
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| The way that you hurt
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| The way that you sting
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| The way that you bring me
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| Down to my knees
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| If whiskey can’t drown you
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| What the hell will
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| Hey Blues, you’re a buzzkill
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| (Instrumental)
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| (Chorus)
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| The way that you hurt
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| The way that you sting
|
| The way that you bring me
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| Down to my knees
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| If whiskey can’t drown you
|
| What the hell will
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| Hey Blues, you’re a buzzkill
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| Hey Blues, you’re a buzzkill |