When the moon's kinda dreamy
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Starry eyed and creamy
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And nights are luscious and long
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If you're kinda lonely
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And all by your only
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Then nothin' but the blues are brewin'
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The blues are brewin'
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When the wind through the willows
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Blows across your pillow
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And tells you sleepin' is wrong
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If love goes a thirsting
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Till you feel like bursting
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Then nothing but the blues are brewin'
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The blues are brewin'
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Suppose you want somebody
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But you ain't got nobody
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You only have a gleam in your eyes
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Till somebody's found you
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And put their lovin' arms around you
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You¡¯ve got the feelin' you want to die
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But when the Lord up above you
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Sends someone to love you
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The blues are something you lose
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Cause you're so busy doing
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The things that you are doing
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That love ain't got no time
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For brewin'
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No time for brewin¡¯ the blues
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The Blues Are Brewin'
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| Manhattan Transfer |
