| Well it’s the same rhythm that’s played in Memphis
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| The face shows no pain but the beat is the same in New York
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| And speed is just a bird in the night
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| Carries sorrow as it flies no fixed flight
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| It’s heard out there
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| You say your name is the same
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| But you’re just not able to live white
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| You can’t believe what is real
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| Because what’s real for you, may not be right
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| And the alleys and streets stay the same
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| And you think you know what’s to blame
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| It just ain’t right
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| Don’t let the blues get you down
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| Don’t let the blues drag you around
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| The blues are gonna get ya
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| The blues are gonna get ya now
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| I said the blues are gonna get ya
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| The blues are gonna get you now
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| Well it’s the same rhythm that’s played in Memphis
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| The face is the same but the beat isn’t played in New York
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| The people spin a web they can’t see
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| And imagine what a world this could be
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| If they did things right
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| Don’t let the blues get you down
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| Don’t let the blues drag you around
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| The blues are gonna get ya
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| The blues are gonna get ya now
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| I said the blues are gonna get ya
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| The blues are gonna get you now
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| Don’t let the blues get you down
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| Don’t let the blues drag you around
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| Don’t let the blues get you down
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| The blues are gonna get ya
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| The blues are gonna get you now
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| I said the blues are gonna get you
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| The blues are gonna get you now
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| I said the blues are gonna get you
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| The blues are gonna get you now
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| Yeow |