Living With The Blues
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(J. Lyon/M. Noble)
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Her sweet scent lingers in your room
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Perfumes the sultry Southern night
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While across the moon
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A whip-poor-will takes flight
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A long slow descent down into the depths
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Her last words echo in your ear
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The saddest song you know you'll ever hear
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When the world looks cold and distant
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When there's nothing left to lose
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Ah, that's how it feels
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Living with the blues
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The night sky shifts from black to blue
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The first unwelcome hint of dawn
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Another day, another day and she's still gone
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You can't just walk the streets
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But you can't go home
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Every word they said was true
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But it's too late now
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There's nothing you can do
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When the world looks cold and distant
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When there's nothing left to lose
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Ah, you learn how it feels
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Living with the blues
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Remember all those Sunday mornings
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Singing in the choir
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Remember all those languid evenings
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Wrapped up in desire
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Remember all those days
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Just her touch would set your skin on fire
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On fire
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When the world looks cold and distant
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When there's nothing left to lose
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Now you know how it feels
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Now you're living with the blues
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Living With The Blues
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| Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes |
