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Sorrow |
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Is the street that I'm living on |
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Across Pain Avenue |
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In a town call Moan |
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The people I see are sadder than me |
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A river of tears |
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Don't you know it flows by my door |
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And I'm living |
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(Next door to the Blues) |
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Yes I'm living |
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(Next door to the Blues) |
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And after all I've been through |
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I've had to move |
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Oh Lord |
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Next door to the Blues |
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Memory |
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You can tell it in my talk |
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My heart hurts |
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Even when I walk |
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I cry on |
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A pillar made of stone |
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Pity is my name |
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And that thing called love is to blame |
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And I'm living |
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(Next door to the Blues) |
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Yes I'm living |
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(Next door to the Blues) |
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And after all I've been through |
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I've had to move, oh Lord |
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Next door to the Blues |
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Bittersweet |
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Is the food that I cook |
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My only joy is in a storybook |
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The talk I give |
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Every word brings a tear |
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Every hello |
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Just ends with a sad goodbye |
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And I'm living |
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(Next door to the Blues) |
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Yes I'm living |
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(Next door to the Blues) |
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And after all I've been through |
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I've had to move, Oh Lord |
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Next door to the Blues |
