Let me cry, let me sigh when I'm blue,
Let me go away from this lonesome town,
Won't be long till my song here is through,
And I know I'm on my last go round.
All the love I could steal, beg or borrow
Couldn't heal all this pain in my soul.
What is love but a prelude to sorrow
With a heartbreak ahead as your goal.
Here I go
Now you know why I'm leaving.
I got the blues.
What can I lose?
Goodbye!
All the love I could steal, beg or borrow
Couldn't heal all this pain in my soul.
What is love but a prelude to sorrow
With a heartbreak ahead as your goal.
Here I go
Now you know why I'm leaving.
I got the blues.
What can I lose?
Goodbye!
Adieu! to you
Goodbye!
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