| When I look at you something isn’t true
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| What am I to do? |
| Where am I to go?
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| When I find a way to take the blues away
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| What a funny day, what a funny world
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| And then it all just rolls on and on
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| It’s like an echo echoing on
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| When you look at me what is it you see?
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| What are you to do? |
| How are we to know?
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| If there is a way to chase the blues away
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| Tell me mow, today, sooner as you can
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| But it still rolls on and on
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| Just like an echo echoing on
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| Take me away, take me today
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| Find me a room, find me a view
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| If it’s to be surely you see
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| Used to be you, used to be me
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| When I look at you something isn’t true
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| What am I to do? |
| Where am I to go?
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| When I find a way to take the blues away
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| Tell me mow, today, sooner as you can
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| But it still rolls on and on
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| Just like an echo echoing on |