| I walk into the kitchen
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| The silverware is gone
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| The furniture is missing
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| I guess you got it all, uh huh?
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| This is where it ought to hurt
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| Seems like every time you leave me
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| You try to think of something worse
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| I can’t even get the blues no more
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| I try to worry like I did before
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| And nothing happens when I walk the floor
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| So what am I supposed to do
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| I toss and turn but then I fall asleep
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| I’m going under but it’s not too deep
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| You want to hurt me but it’s just no use
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| I can’t even get the blues
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| Well, this time is no different
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| The sun’s up in the sky
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| Sitting on the back porch
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| Clouds are rolling by
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| Oh this is where it ought to rain
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| But it doesn’t really matter
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| To me it’s all about the same |