Paroles:
Blue Monk

Rainy day blues on a sunday Finding a means to my end These are the blues that I feel on monday When I find myself drunk again Give me salvation on sunday

finally won me Happiness is all rolled up in you And now with you as inspiration I look toward a destination Sunny bright that once before was blue

There's a certain something in the way You looked at me and said you'd stay That let me know that I was out of line But I didn't know what else to do

A distant night bird mocks the sun, I wake as I have always done, To freshly scented sycamore, And cold bare feet on hardwood floor. My steaming coffee

no reason for "goodbyes." You're just running scared and that's something I won't buy. So you lose I won't let you go with nothing to show but more blues

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