(Nicholas Holmes, additional lyrics by Carly Simon)
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The blue of blue
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Is mostly grey
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Ain't no silver line
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No brighter day
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Last of the coming up
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Didn't come my way
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Looks like I'm down here to stay
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Down to stay
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So kick me, I won't feel a thing
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My senses have all been run
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And there's nothing left of the used to be
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but the weeping that's just begun
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That sour taste too late
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But now I duck my head
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And no cradle rocks this empty bed
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If crying's not good for me
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Then I guess I'm doing wrong
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So I sing this crying song
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Cry along
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You packed it in too soon
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You lose me but not your nerve
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Well I guess I know it's what I deserve
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Crazy to think that I could keep you on reserve
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And so the curtain falls
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Curtain falls
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Blue Of Blue
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| Carly Simon |
