| Even if I’m sick in bed with a towel around my head
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| Even if I’m feeling blue and crying is all I do
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| I know she’ll be there beside of me
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| Lady Day, please won’t you stay, my Lady Day
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| Even if the sea does rise and there’s waves up to the skies
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| And the evening bells won’t ring no matter how you pull the thing
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| I know she’ll find some way to soothe my mind
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| Lady Day, please won’t you stay, my Lady Day
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| Even if the nightbird sings some foul and tempered thing
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| And it wakes me from a dream of booze and nicotine
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| I know she’ll be there beside of me
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| Lady Day, please won’t you stay, my Lady Day
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| Even if the world turns white and the night turns into night
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| And there’s rebels on the beach exchanging weapons each to each
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| I know she’ll find some way to soothe my mind
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| Lady Day, please won’t you stay, my Lady Day
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| Even if I get sick as hell and I never do get well
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| And at last my heart does fail and to some golden city sail
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| I won’t much care to love no angel there
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| Lady Day, please won’t you stay, my Lady Day |