| Blue Rodeo
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| Tremolo
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| Falling Down Blue
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| Falling Down Blue
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| by Blue Rodeo
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| Everyone tells me I’m lucky
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| Got my whole life to live yet
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| I can’t say they’re wrong
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| But the days seem so long
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| Living inside of my head
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| Maybe I’ll get some relief now
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| Now that your things are all gone
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| I won’t sit here staring
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| At nothing all night
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| Bleary-eyed greeting the dawn
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| All right I miss you tonight
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| And I’m not really sure what to say
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| It keeps rolling in like a slow moving train
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| It gets harder and harder each day
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| Each time I think that the worst of it’s through
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| I am stopped in my tracks by some vision of you
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| All right I miss you tonight
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| I admit that I’m falling down blue
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| She lived outside of the city
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| On days when I’d visit her there
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| I’d watch her out dancing
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| All lit by the moon
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| The cold winds of time in her hair
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| Then we’d go driving for hours
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| Turn off the lights and just glide
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| Moving like spirits
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| Along through the night
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| The light through the trees as our guide
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| All right I miss you tonight
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| And I’m not really sure what to say
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| It keeps rolling in like a slow moving train
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| It gets harder and harder each day
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| Each time I think that the worst of it’s through
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| I am stopped in my tracks by some vision of you
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| All right I miss you tonight
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| I admit that I’m falling down blue
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| Oh I’m falling down blue |