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Cliche Blues
by Wes Chisholm

Baby run around on me
You're givin me a case of the blues
Each time that we get into it
I feel that I got nothin to lose

With my heart in my hand
Aint goin nowhere
And all these people lookin at us
Just let em stare
You told me what you want and I think that's just fine
You're not about to come out on top, this time

Don't give me all this crap out it
I am the one that you can blame
When a pretty girl like you can get together
Well you know it's a shame

All the work, all the time, all the money I paid
All the hours that I stayed on the job extra late
You told me what you want, and I think that's just fine
You're not about to leave till I get to speak my mind

It's no longer my fault
You can't take care of yourself
Every feeling that you have has been packaged and stored and
Bottled up tightly on someone elses shelf

Baby run around on me
You're givin me a case of the blues
Each time that we get into it
I feel that I got nothin to lose

With my heart in my hand
Aint goin nowhere
And all these people lookin at us
Just let em stare
You told me what you want and I think that's just fine
You're not about to come out on top, this time

It's no longer my fault
You can't take care of yourself
Every feeling that you have has been packaged and stored and
Bottled up tightly on someone elses shelf

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