| Lady sing the blues so well
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| As if she mean it
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| As if it’s hell down here
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| In the smoke-filled world
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| Where the jokes are cold
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| They don’t laugh at jokes
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| They laugh at tragedies
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| Corner street societies
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| But they believe her
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| They never leave her
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| While she sings she make them feel things
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| She says, i can sing this song so blue
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| That you will cry in spite of you
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| Little wet tears on your baby’s shoulder
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| Little wet tears on your baby’s shoulder
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| And I have walked these streets so long
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| There ain’t nothing right, there ain’t nothing wrong
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| But the little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder
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| The little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder
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| Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret
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| Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets
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| Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree
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| She says, i’m free
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| Sings so soft as if she’ll break, says
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| I can sing this song so blue
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| That you will cry in spite of you
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| Little wet tears on your baby’s shoulder
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| Little wet tears on your baby’s shoulder
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| And I have walked these streets so long
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| There ain’t nothing right, there ain’t nothing wrong
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| But the little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder
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| The little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder
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| But on this stage
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| I’ve learned to fly
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| Learned to sing
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| And learned to cry
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| Little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder
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| Little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder
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| But now it’s time
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| To say goodbye
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| Some might laugh
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| But I will surely cry
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| Little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder
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| Little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder
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| Lady lights a cigarette
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| Puffs away, and winter comes
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| And she forgets |