JUST LIKE TOM THUMB'S BLUES
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When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
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And it's Eastertime too
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And your gravity fails
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And negativity don't pull you through
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Don't put on any airs
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When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
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They got some hungry women there
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They really make a mess outa you
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Now if you see Saint Annie
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Please tell her thanks a lot
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I cannot move
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My fingers are all in a knot
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I don't have the strength
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To get up and take another shot
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And my best friend, my doc
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Won't even tell me what I've got
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Sweet Melinda
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The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
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She speaks good English
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And she takes you up into her room
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And you're so kind
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And careful not to go to her too soon
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And she takes your voice
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And leaves you howling at the moon
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I started out on burgundy
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But soon hit the harder stuff
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Everybody said they'd stand behind me
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When the game got rough
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But the joke was on me
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There was nobody even there to call my bluff
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I'm going back to New York City
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I think I've had enough
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Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
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| Bryan Ferry |
