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Night time Blues

Going to bed with a heartache is like never seeing the sun set
Like never getting your first kiss or never having your first love
He tells me he loves me but he gives me the nighttime blues
The blues that hurt the inside of you and make you cry yourself to sleep
I wouldn't wish that feeling on my worse enemy, a heart break from love
When everything about him is perfect or so it seems but that one itty bitty thing
Like him making you cry or like him telling you love lies just messes it all up

I want to stop crying. I'm really the love at first sight kind of girl
A love a first sight that won't ever get right the only thing I get right
Is the tears that fall at night
From heartache that happens over and over like a patten
I pick the wrong men. And I keep wondering what am I doing wrong?
Is it me? Did I meet the one and I passed him by on the street?
Was he in my class in junior high?
Did I never look his way?
Did he try to speak to me and did I just turn away?

Whoever you are wherever you are, I hope you come back
Save me from the night time blues.
Save me from all the let downs that the wrong ones left me with
No more crying no more wishing for love at night I just want the right one

I am tired of all the wrong ones.

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