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The Blue Nile

I got so worried and stayed clean
The pick ups in the wild prairies
The shadows dancing in between
Girl leans on the jukebox
In a pair of old blue jeans
Says I live here, but I don't really live anywhere

Because of Toledo
Tuesday it's raining
And I'm pulling on my shoes
I guess I quit believing in
The early morning news
There's a boy, orders coffee
And he settles down to think
How the women that you love sometimes
Are the water that you drink
Then another faded waitress dressed in pink

Cries for Toledo
The lipstick and the cocaine traces
One face in a thousand faces
I stumble through so many places
'Cause of Toledo

Yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah yeah

Because of Toledo
The highway looks so thin
I see another motel sign
Think of pulling in
Write your name upon the mirror there
The only secret that I know
But I guess that I'd be only chasing rainbows
Back to Toledo
I think I'll go

Written by BUCHANAN, PAUL GERARD
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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