I walk into the kitchen The silverware is gone The furniture is missing I guess you got it all uhuh This is where it ought to hurt Seems like every time you leave me You try to think of something worse
Chorus: I can't even get the blues no more I try to worry like I did before And nothing happens when I walk the floor So what am I supposed to do I toss and turn but then I fall asleep I'm going under but it's not too deep You want to hurt me but it's just no use I can't even get the blues
Well this time ain't no different The sun's up in the sky Sitting on the back porch Clouds are rolling by Oh this is where it ought to rain But it doesn't really matter To me it's all about the same
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