Blues keep falling down on me Like rain upon a summer day No good reason to be living Been looking high and low Always sing the same sad song No wonder that I feel this way To me, livings to be laughing In satisfactions face Wish I was a settin sun On a rocky mountainside Feeling golden, burning crimson Til the darkness falls Wish I was a snowwhite moon Id float the blackest skies Bein silent, bein silver Until the break of day
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