Tired Of Midnight Blues
The sun came into view
As I sat with the tears in my eyes
The sun came up on you
And as you smiled, the teardrop, it dried
I don't know where I had been
But I know what I have seen
Made me chill right to the bone
Made me wish that I'd stayed home along with you
Tired of midnight blues
The sun came up so high
And as it shone, I realized your love
The sun shone in your eyes
And as you smiled, you realized it too
Don't know where I had been
But I know what I have seen
Made me chill right to the bone
Made me wish that I'd stayed home with you
Tired of midnight blues
Don't know where I had been
But I know what I have seen
Made me chill right to the bone
Made me wish that I'd stayed home with you
Tired of midnight blues
The sun went down the sky
Way up the clouds told me that they knew
The moon came up so high
And as you smiled, I knew that you knew too
Don't know where I had been
But I know what I have seen
Made me chill right to the bone
Made me wish that I'd stayed home with you
Tired of midnight blues
I don't know where I had been
But I know what I have seen
Made me chill right to the bone
Made me wish that I'd stayed home with you
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