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Nelson |
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Laughing at me, |
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Those pictures you said were strange . . . |
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Out of tune, out of key |
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It's such a shame but you never quite see, |
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You always put the blame on me . . . |
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I'm like an old blues that you never use, |
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Going out of style and it's not worthwhile anymore . . . |
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Looking at you and the way you shine. |
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Like a sharp knife . . . |
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Well, I've found a new switchblade, |
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It's time I took a stab at a new life . . . |
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There's nothing left for me to lose . . . |
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You're just an old blues that I never use, |
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Going out of style and it's not worthwhile anymore . . . |
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You send your dirty words to me, |
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You're having a ball with the men of the law . . . |
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But the poet and his pen are free |
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And there's nothing you can do |
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that will ever bring me to my knees . . . |
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Calling me names . . . You make me feel like I'm crazy . . . |
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Something has changed, I don't care for you lately . . . |
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Nothing left for me to do . . . |
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I'm just an old blues that you never use, |
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Going out of style and it's not worthwhile anymore . . . |
