I've got a blue motel room
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With a blue bedspread
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I've got the blues inside and outside my head
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Will you still love me
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When I call you up when I'm down
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Here in Savannah it's pouring rain
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Palm trees in the porch light like slick black cellophane
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Will you still love me
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When I call you up when I get back to town
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I know that you've got all those pretty girls coming on
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Hanging on your boom-boom-pachyderm
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Will you tell those girls that you've got German Measles
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Honey, tell them you've got germs
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I hope you'll be thinking of me
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Because I'll be thinking of you
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While I'm traveling home alone
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Tell those girls that you've got Joni
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She's coming back home
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I've got road maps
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From two dozen states
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I've got coast to coast just to contemplate
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Will you still love me
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When I get back to town
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It's funny how these old feelings hang around
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You think they're gone
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No, no
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They just go underground
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Will you still love me
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When I get back to L.A. town
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You and me, we're like America and Russia
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We're always keeping score
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We're always balancing the power
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And that can get to be a cold cold war
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We're going to have to hold ourselves a peace talk
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In some neutral cafe
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You lay down your sneaking round the town, honey
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And I'll lay down the highway
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I've got a blue motel room
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With a blue bedspread
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I've got the blues inside and outside my head
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Will you still love me
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When I get back to town
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Blue Motel Room
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Joni Mitchell |