| I’ll lock myself away and not face one more day
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| On the streets of this town
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| And all I’ve got to lose, is a feelin’called the blues
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| And a little ol’frown;
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| I signed your dotted line and did my best at tryin',
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| Givin’all I could give
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| And all I’ve gotten back is this feelin’that I lack
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| What I’m needing to live
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| And you say you don’t see it when a grown man starts to cry,
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| You turn your face away and you walk on by.
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| I found myself a girl who brightened up my world
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| >From december to may
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| And then ran off with Jim, but I’ll defer to him
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| And his purple beret
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| 'Cause he knows how to wheel and dealand not to feel
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| When he’s knockin’you down
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| And I know he’ll succeed 'cause thats just what you need
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| On the streets of this town
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| And you say you don’t see it when a grown man starts to cry,
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| You turn your face away and you walk on by.
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| I’ll lock myself away and not face one more day
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| On the streets of this town
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| And all I’ve got to lose, is a feelin’called the blues
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| That’s been going around;
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| I fit your crazy norm and wore your uniform
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| Where you told me to go
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| And got back in return this here feelin’that I’ve learned
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| What the Indians know
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| And you say you don’t see it when a grown man starts to cry,
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| You turn your face away and you walk on by. |