E Blues, you're a buzzkill You sneak up on my pain pillsA E Jack Daniels can't swallow you wholeB E Hey Blues, you're a tough act to followE Ain't no needle that can killE7 The pain that I feelA E No smoke that can clear all this airB E Hey Blues, nothing comparesA To the way that you hurtE The way that you stingF The way that you bring meB Down to my kneesA If whiskey can't drown youF What the hell willA B E Hey Blues, you're a buzzkillE You showed up at a partyA Where I thought I'd partied so hardE That you'd be gone for goodB E Hey Blues, guess I misunderstood You're good at disguisingE7 And I'm good at lyingA E Right here, in some stranger's bedB A E Hey Blues, you're over my headA With the way that you hurtE The way that you stingF The way that you bring meB Down to my kneesA If whiskey can't drown youF What the hell willA B E Hey Blues, you're a buzzkillA With the way that you hurtE The way that you stingF The way that you bring meB Down to my kneesA If whiskey can't drown youF What the hell willA B E Hey Blues, you're a buzzkillA B E Hey Blues, you're a buzzkill
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