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    Lady sing the blues so well
    As if she mean it
    As if it's hell down here
    In the smoke-filled world
    Where the jokes are cold
    They don't laugh at jokes
    They laugh at tragedies

    Corner street societies
    But they believe her
    They never leave her
    While she sings she make them feel things
    She says, i can sing this song so blue
    That you will cry in spite of you
    Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
    Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

    And I have walked these streets so long
    There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong
    But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
    The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

    Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret
    Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets
    Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree
    She says, i'm free
    Sings so soft as if she'll break, says
    I can sing this song so blue
    That you will cry in spite of you
    Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
    Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

    I have walked these streets so long
    There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong
    But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
    The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

    But on this stage
    I've learned to fly
    Learned to sing
    And learned to cry
    Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
    Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

    But now it's time
    To say goodbye
    Some might laugh
    But I will surely cry
    Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
    Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

    Lady lights a cigarette
    Puffs away, and winter comes
    And she forgets

    by regina spektor
     
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