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you say your looking for
a time so long ago
and some say your trying to find
some medicine for your soul
and the harder you try
never looking down
you slip and it's another
Blue Wednesday
pouring down
on my soul
on my hands and knees
oh won't you help me
if you can
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and you see things
differently
in the pale moon light
the stroke of midnight is dancing near
in the shadows of candle light
and when it rings its icy bells
you soon will find
that its going to be another
Blue Wednesday
pouring down on my soul
dancing on my head
leaving me empty inside
in your world of lies
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