| I’m a well known stranger and I’ve got the blues
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| Hell, I get awful low when I hear happy news
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| And I’m cursing the sunshine, praying for rain
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| No I can’t breathe through my lungs like I used to do
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| I can’t see through my eyes and they’re losing their blue
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| And my backs all a wreck but, hell my heart is too
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| Well I’ve got twenty 12-gauges underneath my bed
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| I got five thousand voices going inside of my head
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| And they’re speaking in tongues but, I can understand them
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| Well, I’m a well known stranger, you know I got them blues
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| You know I get awful low when I hear happy news
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| And I’m cursing the sunshine, praying for rain
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| You know this bottle in my hand, well it used to be full
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| Of them empty promises, take away my blues
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| Oh, but this ones a liar, I’ll get another one
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| Cause I’m a well known stranger and I got the blues
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| Hell, I get awful low when I hear happy news
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| And I"m cursing the sunshine and praying for rain |