Cryin' the Blues - Willie P.Bennet

    Backed into a corner
    There's no one to play
    And I hear you crying the blues
    When thousands of people
    Are standing in line
    For things that come easy to you

    And we share our troubles
    They're always the same
    There's never enough love
    No shortage of pain
    But you threw your candle
    Right into the tlame
    Now burning comes easy to you

    There's always the white lies
    That we tell ourselves
    There's always some lost love
    Somewhere on a shelf
    There's always a hand out
    If you need some help
    If reaching comes easy to you

    Backed into a corner
    There's no one to play
    And I hear you crying the blues
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