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The feelin' ya get from real bad news I wanna hear bells, I wanna see trains I get in this mood whenever it rains I'm gettin' the blues Alone in the dark and sultry night Ya'd think of the times ya ain't done right To add to the fact your feelin' so bad the cry of the birds keeps drivin' you mad I got the blues Ya lie awake and how you wish that it was mornin' and then ya smoke a hundred cigarettes or more That devil rain continues poundin' on your window and the tropic winds keep howlin' at your door Because of all the rain and mud The feel of the place gets in your blood But deep in the night there comes unawares the terrible thought that nobody cares Your back with the blues-again To be even more specific You've got what they call-the blue pacific blues.
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