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When the moon's kinda dreamy |
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Starry eyed and dreamy |
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And nights are luscious and long |
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If you're kinda lonely |
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Then nothin' but the blues are brewin' |
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The blues are brewin' |
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When the wind through the window |
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Blows across your pillow |
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And tells you sleepin' is wrong |
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If love goes a thirsting |
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Till you feel like bursting |
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Then nothing but the blues are brewin' |
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The blues are brewin' |
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Suppose you want somebody |
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But you ain't got nobody |
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You only get a gleam in your eyes |
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Till somebody's found you |
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And put their lovin' arms around you |
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You got the feelin' you want to die |
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But when the Lord up above you |
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Send's someone to love you |
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The blues are something you loose |
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You're so busy doing |
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The things that you're doing |
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That love ain't got no time |
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For brewin' the blues |
