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Blues, Blues, Blues |
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| 1 | I hear voices in the window | |
| 2 | Sometimes I hear ghosts on the floor | |
| 3 | The phantom of the paradise whispers | |
| 4 | You might not really love me anymore | |
| 5 | I see faces in the shadows | |
| 6 | At times I see words on the wall | |
| 7 | Illusions of these lonely nights conjures | |
| 8 | You might not really love me at all | |
| 9 | Blues, Blues, Blues | |
| 10 | And I really don't know why | |
| 11 | Blues, Blues, Blues | |
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And it makes me want to cry |
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| 13 | I feel currents in the outflow | |
| 14 | Sometimes I feel sweat on my brow | |
| 15 | The recent social trends of time imply | |
| 16 | You might not really love me anyhow | |
| 17 | I smell tragedy and sorrow | |
| 18 | At times I sense pain in the air | |
| 19 | It doesn't seem to matter what I say or try | |
| 20 | You might not really love me or care | |
| 21 | Blues, Blues, Blues | |
| 22 | And I really don't know why | |
| 23 | Blues, Blues, Blues | |
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And it makes me want to cry |
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