| A blue note hangs around out there
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| It’s been seven years and two months
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| And ten days since I heard the blues
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| Silent footsteps and an empty chair
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| You got me never knowing if I’m going nowhere
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| It’s been seven years and two months
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| And ten days since I sang the blues
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| What’s wrong, so wrong
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| That I can’t compound the words in a song
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| You say, say that you’re fine
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| Can I tell just what goes on in your mind
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| Silent footsteps and an empty chair
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| You got me never knowing if I’m going nowhere
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| It’s been seven years and two months
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| And ten days since I sang the blues
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| What’s wrong, oh so wrong
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| That I can’t compound the words in a song
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| You say, say that you’re fine
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| Can I tell just what goes on in your mind
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| Silent footsteps and an empty chair
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| You got me never knowing if I’m going nowhere
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| Seven years and two months
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| Ten days since I sang the blues
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| It’s been seven years and two months
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| And ten days since I heard the blues, sang the blues, drank the blues
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| It’s been seven years and two months
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| And ten days since I sang the blues |