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SINGING THE BLUESI don't need another tear to cry So shut the door when you say goodbye Do you think my heart is broken By those last words to me were spoken One door shuts another door opens No more of your laundry is a soaken When your at the tavern telling lies Back home I am seeing clear blue skies By the way half of yours now is mine So I drank the rest of that bottle of wine If you think I'm back here singing the blues The girls are knocking on the door hearing the news There's heart, you, me, and breaking up All I need now is western music a bumming cup Some day I might be voted poetry of the day But I won't join a club no matter what you say Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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