Just Like Tom Thumbs BluesCifra de Teclado

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When you're lost in the rain in Juarez 
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And it's Eastertime too 

And your gravity falls 
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And negativity don't pull you through 
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Don't put on any airs 
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When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue 
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They got some hungry women there 
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And they really make a mess outa you 

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Now if you see Saint Annie 
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Please tell her thanks a lot 

I cannot move 
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My fingers are all in a knot 
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I don't have the strength 
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To get up and take another shot 
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And my best friend, my doctor 
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Won't even say what it is I've got 

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Sweet Melinda 
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The peasants call her the goddess of gloom 

She speaks good English 
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And she invites you up into her room 
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And you're so kind 
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And careful not to go to her too soon 
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And she takes your voice 
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And leaves you howling at the moon 

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Up on Housing Project Hill 
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It's either fortune or fame 

You must pick up one or the other 
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Though neither of them are to be what they claim 
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If you're lookin' to get silly 
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You better go back to from where you came 
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Because the cops don't need you 
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And man they expect the same 

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Now all the authorities 
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They just stand around and boast 
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How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms 
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Into leaving his post 
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And picking up Angel who 
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Just arrived here from the coast 
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Who looked so fine at first 
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But left looking just like a ghost 

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I started out on burgundy 
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But soon hit the harder stuff 
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Everybody said they'd stand behind me 
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When the game got rough 
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But the joke was on me 
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There was nobody even there to bluff 
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I'm going back to New York City 
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I do believe I've had enough