What's the story, Mr. Blue
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Did she pull the rug from under you
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Did she chop your dreams up two by two
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And kick them out the door
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I could sympathize you, son
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But pity words stick to my tongue
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And sorry words have all been sung
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So many times before
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Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago
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Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through
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Quit acting like you didn't know
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Hang on one more day or two
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Then I promise I'll be laying you
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Odds that she's found someone new
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While you stand around and rust
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She don't need no part-time man
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With no part-time answer, understand
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She don't want an hour's fall of sand
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For a lifetime full of dust
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Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago
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Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through
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Quit acting like you didn't know
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Mr. Blue, you missed the shot
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Didn't turn out quite the way you thought
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It would, I'll bet, cause you got caught
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Out playing Donald Juan
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She's got polish, she's got class
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And someday when on the street you pass her house
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You'll wonder why the grass
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Looks greener on her lawn
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Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago
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Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through
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Quit acting like it isn't so
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Mister Blue
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Joni Mitchell |