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 Darkest Shade Of Blue - Matt Minglewood
So early in the morning,
four or five o'clock I do believe
Two bottles of whiskey,
one pack of cigarettes and still no release
Well this darkness fell upon me
when you said your love for me had died
Now my heart might drown in its
own tears and there's no place for me to hide
From the Darkest Shade of Blue
Yes this is my house and I know
it but something seems so strange
Everything is right where it should
be but nothing seems the same
A shadow passes before me,
I reached out in hopes of you
Such a cruel, cruel joke, it was only smoke
And of course the smoke was blue
The Darkest Shade of Blue
My eyes are blue, my heart is to
It just might not survive
In this lonely room in this house of gloom
The blues could bury me alive
I wish that blue was just a color
You might not hear me complain
But the blues is such a hurting thing
When it falls on you like a hard rain
I should get myself together
Go out and face the day
But I'm so afraid when the sunlight fades
I'll be right back here again
in the Darkest Shade of Blue
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