| Here we go again, down to Griefsville, yah
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| I’m sneezing, I’m wheezing, I’m freezing
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| I’m outside with no coat on
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| I turned the lights on, where she’d been
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| She’s with him, she’ll kiss him, now it’s grim
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| Again for me I’ll, In the meanwhile
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| Just cry my blues away
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| I go down, down, down, down
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| To Griefsville
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| Oh sitting on the windowsill
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| I got sick, I got ill
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| I’ve got no more time to kill
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| Cause I am in Griefsville
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| Oh, I am red, got a bad head
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| Cause she said, she can’t see me
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| I’m upset, cause I can’t get what I want
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| Why should she, how could she
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| Not see me, today I’m gloomy
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| She’s threw me, out and I’m blue again
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| Gaahhh, I’m blue, Gaahhh, what can I do
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| Gaahhhhh, alright! |