The snows are melting, the river¡¯s on the rise
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I¡¯m looking for shelter, there¡¯s not a place to hide
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The wind is whipping like I never seen before
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Bearing down like a freight train just outside my door
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The blues keep coming, I can¡¯t stop them anymore
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The blues keep coming, I can¡¯t stop them anymore
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Cut loose and set adrift, a million miles of dust
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On deserted roads and rusted skied, years of fading hope and trust
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A thousand shouting voices now a distant roar
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I¡¯m left here in this darkness these many miles from shore
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The blues keep coming, I can¡¯t stop them anymore
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The blues keep coming, I can¡¯t stop them anymore
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In my dreams it¡¯s a long long way to heaven
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I see an angel floating in the sky
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In my prayers when it¡¯s two shades south of midnight
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Give me wings that I might fly
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A telling lie with unforgiving days
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And if I threw the dice I would¡¯ve lost them anyway
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Now I need that angel to hold me tight
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Give me some lovin¡¯, help me make it through just one more night
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The blues keep coming, I can¡¯t stop them anymore
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The blues keep coming, I can¡¯t stop them anymore
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The Blues Keep Coming
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