Don't wish it a-way, don't look at it like it's for- ev-er.
Be-tween you and me I could hon-est-ly say-
that th-ings can on-ly get bet-ter.
And while I'm a-way bust out the de-mons in-side,
and it wo-n't be long
be-fore you and me- run-
to the place in our hearts whe-re we hide.
And I guess that's why they call it the blues.
Time on my hands could be time spent with you.
laugh-ing like chil-dren, liv-ing like lov-ers,
roll-ing like thun-der un-der the cov-ers,
and I guess that's why they ca-ll it the- blues.
blues, laugh-ing like chil-dren, liv-ing like lov-ers,
and I guess that's why they ca-ll- it the- blues.
And I guess that's why they ca-ll- it the- blues.
Just stare in-to space; pic--ture my face in your ha-nds.
Live for each second with-out he-si-ta-tion, and ne-ver for-get I'm your man.
Wait on me girl, cry in the night if it helps,
but more than ev-er
I sim-ply lo-ve you
more than I love life- it-self.
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