A humdrrum tuseday morning
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when nothing's any good
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i try to get to work
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but i can't get out of this mood
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a dreary friday evening
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my friends are all in town
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i plan to join them later
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but my blues are still around
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dont wanna waste my time on crying
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things that you say wont tear me down
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what can i do when you've been lying
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i cant be bothered by those memories
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spare me the sordid uncouth details
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the image is vivid in my mind
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i needn't fantaxize to picture
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the love we had was ruinde too soon
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you'd woo me with your lovesong
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you'd tempt me with your eyes
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you'd send me reeling high above
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into orange coloured skies
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you'd play on your piano
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you wrote me poetry
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with lovey-dovey metaphors
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all leading back to me
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dont wanna go back to the old days
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when love used to blind me every day
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guess your love i was lost inside maze
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but now the air is clear enough to see
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[Piano solo]
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i was all dressed up
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with nowhere to go
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you had me from the start
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you had me from hellow
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but no i'm free to fly away
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into a brand new lovely day
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i'm leaving you behind
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spare me the grungy grimy details
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the image is lifelike as it is
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i can see you and him before me
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the love we had was rudely traded in
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spare me the sordid uncouth details
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the image is vivid in my mind
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i needn't fantaxize to picture
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the love we had was ruinde
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oh, can't you see it's ruined
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the love we had was ruined to soon
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| Wouter Hamel |
