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Blue As I Do

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 07.08.2012

Day drinkin' just stinkin' out loud
Sundown's come down along with that nighttime crowd
Bookends good friends thoughts of the past
Your time is my time as long as it last
I felt too good for too long to feel as blue as I do
Chain smokin' all jokin' aside
Wishin' and waitin' and hesitatin' tryin' to take it all in stride
Night flight back home everything's changed
All night tonight my thoughts rearranged
I felt too good for too long to feel as blue as I do

[ piano - guitar ]
Night hawkin' talkin' out of my head
Hometown show down give me the lowdown
But please don't tell me what you think I said
Give me the feeling I'm on the right track
Catch me a night train I ain't comin' back
I felt too good for too long to feel as blue as I do
I felt too good for too long to feel as blue as I do


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