| I told myself i needed the blues
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| like i need a loaded pistol at my hip
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| but the blues help me to get over you
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| and now i´m seeing blue skies up ahead
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| sometimes the blues are necessary
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| though they´re quite a load to carry
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| when the nights are long and weary
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| and your heart is torn in two
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| i couldn´t take what you were giving
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| i thought that i was tired of living
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| life gets better once you´re past the blues
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| i´m not recommending the blues
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| i´m just saying how they work for me
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| anyway what is there left to lose
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| except what little´s left of sanity
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| sometimes the blues are necessary
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| though they´re quite a load to carry
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| when the night is long and weary
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| and your heart is torn in two
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| i couldn´t take what you were givin
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| thought that i was tired of living
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| life gets better once you´re past the blues
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| life gets better once you´re past the blues |