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Upstate BluesI think you've had enough to handleAnd I can see it in your smile It's become a function over fashion As if satisfaction's going out of style (Whoa oh, whoa oh) (Whoa oh, whoa oh) It's just a blessing of reception And I see sorrow in your eyes Oh like the candidate for caution Crossing your sentimental lines And if it's okay, could I stay a while? Color-coded, a calming hue The walls are barren, they're just like you Hardly motivated, a destitute design Upstate blues they could paint this room Cold and grey like New York and you (Whoa oh, whoa oh) (Whoa oh, whoa oh) (Whoa oh, whoa oh-oh) I didn't want to stay here But you couldn't wait to leave (Whoa oh, whoa oh) (Whoa oh, whoa oh) A whole community of people never sleeping, only drinking it alone They soak their twenties into tens It's like their twenties never end Upstate blues they could paint this room Cold and grey like New York and you I survey the scene, I see If misery loves company than what does that make me? Dusting for prints here And chasing the names of your friends who've escaped you I've begged you to leave Niagara It makes headstones Turn all the tricks beneath your sleeves You've become what you've always feared Even though this all seems absurd to hear But I couldn't follow through Upstate blues they will paint your room Cold and grey like New York and you (Whoa oh, whoa oh) (Whoa oh, whoa oh) (Whoa oh, whoa oh) (Whoa oh, whoa oh) |