He said, "It felt just like the end of the world
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to watch her walk away"
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And anyone could've seen there was nothing he
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could've done just to make her stay
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Smoking the remains of last night's cigarette
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Standing in his worn-out shoes
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For a minute I was in Paris, October of '30
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Feelin' someone else's blues
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If I could make it through this one
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There's something 'round the corner
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It's got to get better than this
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I tell myself if I make it through
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this time, I'll be okay
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But it gets harder to listen to yourself
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when you've heard everything you have to say
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I can take a punch as good as anyone
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but this one's gonna leave a bruise
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Sometimes I wish I was anywhere but here
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feelin' someone else's blues
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At night we lay inside each other's arms
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a little shelter before we call it a day
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I still might be lost and confused
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and desperate enough to pray
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Thinking how he let her go
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I know I still got plenty left to lose
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Sometimes I can still find a little comfort
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in someone else's blues
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This One
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| Sister Seven |
