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Railroad tracks and river bendsAn unexpected call from a long lost friendThe bittersweet sadness when the story endsEighth notes from a saxophoneAfter a long trip and I'm heading homeThe soft morning silence when I wake aloneThat kind of blueI can't rememberBut it makes me swear that I once knewThat kind of blueThat sings so soulfulThat old melody that gospel tuneThat kind of blueChagall windows at the instituteChicory flowers sticking out of my bootsPlaying an old piano on a rainy afternoonThe sound of the breeze as it blows The faint hint of sandalwood and roseI'm laughing and I'm crying because she knowsThat kind of blue, I can't hold on toBut it makes me feel I'm almost thereThat kind of blueLike the darkest midnightI can't see a thing but I'm not scaredThat kind of blueThat kind of blueThat speaks of freedomAnd calls me out from my hiding placeThat kind of blueThat asks for nothingJust lays me down, kisses my faceThat kind of blue
These six strings show meWhen she's sleeping softly in the next roomThat kind of blueThat lets her hold meThen let's me go to watch her bloomThat kind of blue
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