Friday left me fumblin' with the blues
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And it's hard to win when you always lose
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Because the nightspots spend your spirit
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Beat your head against the wall
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Two dead ends and you've still got to choose
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You know the bartenders
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They all know my name
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And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame
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And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
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When I should be living clean instead
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You know the ladies I've been seeing off and on
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Well they spend your love and then they're gone
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You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel
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Take your love and then they leave on out of town
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No they do
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Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze
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But its standin' up that's so hard for me
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I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back
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You know your perfume
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Well it won't let me be
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You know the bartenders all know my name
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And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame
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And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
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When I should be living clean instead
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Come on baby
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Let your love light shine
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Gotta bury me inside of your fire
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Because your eyes are 'nough to blind me
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You're like a-looking at the sun
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You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one
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Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one
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Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one
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Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one
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Fumblin' With The Blues
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Tom Waits |