PLAYPLAYD A7 Son sung bleu everybody knows one D Song sung bleu every garden grows one D7 G Me and you are subject to the bleus now and than A7 But when you take the bleus and make a song D Em You sing them out again,sing them out again Song sung bleu weeping like a pillow Song sung bleu sleeping on my pillow Funny thing,but you can sing with a cry in you're voice And before you know it starts to feel good You simply got no choice
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