| Gwendolyn, I wonder what you’d’ve called them
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| I think a name you might choose is Nobody’s Blues
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| You see when you were just a kid
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| They think you won’t remember what they did
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| They said how you were just a kid
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| You wouldn’t remember, but you did
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| Then you learned how to say
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| «Everything you love tries to get away»
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| Then you learned how to say
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| «Everything you love finally does»
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| It’s finally looking good up there our skyline
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| See how if fits right in there with heaven
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| The constellations and Comiskey’s lights
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| Two old friends in the night
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| Who always knew they would if they could
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| Meet one last time in the old neighborhood
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| Hey, wait a minute, things ain’t looking that good
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| It’s getting quiet and the light’s getting dim
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| And this ain’t like no place I’ve ever been
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| What kind of trouble am I in?
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| Oh Gwen, here they come again
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| It’s nobody’s Blues
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| Here they come again |