| Standin' barefoot in your kitchen door
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| Listenin' to the soft evenin' rain
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| Watchin' you dryin' off from your shower
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| You look at me like you don’t know my name
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| Then you heat the coffee on the stove
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| Pull the cup down from the shelf
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| And slowly turn your back on me
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| As I sing a blues song to myself
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| Yeah I wish that I could hold you baby
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| But you seem so far away
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| Yeah I wish that I could kiss you baby
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| But I’ve run out of sweet words to say
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| And I wish that I could hear
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| Yeah I wish that I could hear
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| The blues you sing to yourself
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| Now all the makeup is washed off your face
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| And your hair is slicked back wet
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| You hung the dress up you wore last night
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| And changed the sheets on your bed
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| All the promises you whispered to me
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| I guess they’re meant for someone else
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| Cause all I hear is the soft evenin' rain
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| And the blues that I sing to myself
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| Yeah I wish that I could hold you baby
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| But you seem so far away
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| Yeah I wish that I could kiss you baby
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| But I’ve run out of sweet words to say
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| And I wish that I could hear
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| Oh I wish that I could hear
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| The blues you sing to yourself
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| The blues you sing to yourself
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| Now would you care if I walked out this door
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| Baby I can’t really tell
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| Our eyes meet but we just look away
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| And sing our blues to ourselves
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| Yeah I wish that could hold you baby
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| But you seem so far away
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| Yeah I wish that I could kiss you baby
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| But I’ve run out of sweet words to say
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| And I wish that I could hear
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| Yeah I wish that I could hear
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| The blues you sing
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| The blues
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| The blues you sing to yourself |