| And i can’t hide it
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| Because i’m maybe on the outside
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| She could be lost but i don’t know the cost
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| So maybe i’ll jump head first
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| And i could be right
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| Yeah i could be wrong
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| Pick up the phone nobody’s home
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| It’s been four days since the last you know
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| I’ve got two days off and i’m feelign blue
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| Pat’s done playing on the stereo
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| I’ve got nowhere else i need to go
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| And i know this lonely mess ain’t blue
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| Pick up the phone cause i’ve got to know
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| I’ve gotta figure it out before it starts to show
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| And there’s one chance left before it’s blue
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| I take a shotgun ride to the corner bar
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| No telephone call i wonder where you are
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| And it’s time for me tonight to paint the town blue
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| So she is gonna disappear
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| And leave me without a where or why (i don’t know why)
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| She could be gone but i’m hoping that’s wrong
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| So maybe i’ll just lay awake
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| And i could be right
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| Yeah i could be wrong
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| Pick up the phone nobody’s home
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| It’s been four days since the last you know
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| I’ve got two days off and i’m feelign blue
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| Pat’s done playing on the stereo
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| I’ve got nowhere else i need to go
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| And i know this lonely mess ain’t blue
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| Pick up the phone cause i’ve got to know
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| I’ve gotta figure it out before it starts to show
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| And there’s one chance left before it’s blue
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| I take a shotgun ride to the corner bar
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| No telephone call i wonder where you are
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| And it’s time for me tonight to paint the town blue
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| And i don’t know but this feeling surrounds me
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| I’m not sure what it means
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| But i feel it just the same
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| And it feels like this life is turning blue
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| Pick up the phone nobody’s home
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| It’s been four days since the last you know
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| I’ve got two days off and i’m feelign blue
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| Pat’s done playing on the stereo
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| I’ve got nowhere else i need to go
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| And i know this lonely mess ain’t blue
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| Pick up the phone cause i’ve got to know
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| I’ve gotta figure it out before it starts to show
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| And there’s one chance left before it’s blue
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| I take a shotgun ride to the corner bar
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| No telephone call i wonder where you are
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| And it’s time for me tonight to paint the town blue
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| Faded blue faded blue well yeah yeah yeah
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| Faded blue faded blue well yeah yeah yeah
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| I’m so blue that i can’t see through to you and i just keep getting so blue
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| Faded blue faded blue oh yeah |