the sky is grey and i am feeling kind of blue sitting in the kitchen just waiting for you the coffee is burnt the toast is black i am looking forward cause there aint no looking back i am drunk on whiskey and rye i to remember what it's like to cry so i sing an old love song one you know so well goes on too long maybe you'll hear it someday on the radio maybe you'll come to a live show and you'll sit in the middle of the crowd where the spotlight is too bright and the people too loud like a fool i forget to call your name so my life will go on just the same sometime i will put ink onto the page seal it in an envelope and send it on its way across an ocean into a foreign land i'll never know if it's in your hand but what's the point of writing letters you will never send and what's the point of knowing you if i can't call you friend i look into the mirror and see your face it's an illusion you're gone without a trace the sky is blue your eyes are too i think of you like i always do
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