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Home of the Blues

February 3, 2008


Just around the corner there’s heartache.
Down the street that losers use.
If you can wade in through the teardrops,
you’ll find me at the Home of the Blues.

I walk and cry while my heartbeat
keeps time with the drag of my shoes.
The sun never shines through this window of mine.
It’s dark at the Home of the Blues.

Oh, but the place is filled with the sweetest mem’ries.
Mem’ries so sweet that I cry.
Dreams that I’ve had left me feelin’ so bad,
I just want to give up and lay down and die.

So if you’ve just lost your sweetheart,
and it seems there’s no good way to choose.
Come along with me, mis’ry loves company.
You’re welcome at the Home of the Blues.

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