Just around the corner theres heartache, down the street that losers use. If you can wade in through the teardrops, you'll find me at the home of the blues.
I walk and cry while my heartbeats each time with the drag of my shoes. The sun never shines throught this window of mine, its dark in the home of the blues.
Oh but the place is filled with the sweetest memories, memories so sweet that I cry. Dreams that I've had left me feelin so bad.I just want a give off and lay down and die.
So if you just lost your sweetheart and it seems there's no good way to choose, come along with me misery loves company. Your welcome at the home of the blues
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