| Hide the blanket children in the back
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| Sleep in consciousness they lack
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| Curse the young who appear as the old
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| Escape the border between desolate and gold
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| Pass collected rowdy sons of song
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| The arms of seattle is where they belong
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| Wake up when jim bean greets our hands
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| Run to the clock tower, run to the bay salty sails
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| Oh the greens and reds collide
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| They’ll keep me alive tonight
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| Oh i needed that talk with you
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| When you did not the make the time
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| For the blues, for the blues
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| Yell for the sake of seven souls
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| Make a train with us, help us reach our goals
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| Give us somewhere to lay our heads
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| Be a southern gentleman
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| Give us sheets, your beds
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| Oh the oranges and yellows collide
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| They’ll keep me sober tonight
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| Oh i meant it when i said it’s you
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| When you broke down right in time
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| For the blues, for the blues
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| Take a picture of the american kids
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| Walked a four mason (?) with a cigarette lit
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| Accidently, convience i’ll stay
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| Act clueless when the three we promise
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| Makes 6, makes 7, makes 8
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| Oh the purples and pinks collide
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| They’ll keep me sewn together tonight
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| Oh i could have said so much more to you
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| When you called me right in time
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| For the blues, for the blues
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| Where were you for the blues?
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| Where were you for the blues? |