| And even why I’ve laid the telephone to rest
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| I sit and wonder when we spoke who said it best
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| I wish I were upon a bird that’s flyin' west
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| And little things like love and softness in your eyes
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| Would help me rest
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| Is there a way to sing the blues
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| A way to win, a way to lose
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| And down befallen goes, and graves that leaves
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| Are days away from home
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| Still the time returns to play
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| Although I told her that you’re gone
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| Still that sweet burden
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| Take me where we both belong
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| And then I’ll tell you 'bout our love
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| And how it turned into a song
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| Is there a way to sing the blues
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| A way to win, a way to lose
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| Is there a way to sing the blues
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| Understanding comes to those
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| Who take the time to wonder why
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| Face the truth and just to know
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| What you can do with open eyes
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| Sometimes you’re feeling
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| Like no life can justify
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| You’re on you own
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| You can’t lay down, you pack your case
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| And write your feelings in the sky
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| Is there a way to sing the blues
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| A way to win, a way to lose
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| Is there a way to sing the blues
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| Is there a way to sing the blues
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| A way to win, a way to lose
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| I found a way to sing the blues
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| Without the pain of knowing why
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| I write my feelings on the sky
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| In the sky
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| Oh I found a way to sing the blues
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| I found a way to sing the blues
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| A way to win, a way to lose
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| And even when I laid the telephone to rest |