Текст песни Blue Prelude - Nina Simone & Bob Mersey and His Orchestra
                                                Let 
                                                me 
                                                sigh, 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                cry 
                                                when 
                                                I'm 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                me 
                                                go 
                                                away 
                                                from 
                                                this 
                                                lonely 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Won't 
                                                be 
                                                long 
                                                till 
                                                my 
                                                sun 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                I'm 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                last 
                                                go 
                                                round.
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                love 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                steal, 
                                                beg 
                                                or 
                                                borrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wouldn't 
                                                heal 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                pain 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                soul.
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                is 
                                                love? 
                                                Only 
                                                    a 
                                                prelude 
                                                to 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                heartbreak 
                                                ahead 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                goal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                    I 
                                                go 
-                                                now 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                why 
                                                I'm 
                                                leaving.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                the 
                                                blues. 
                                                what 
                                                can 
                                                    I 
                                                lose? 
                                                goodbye!
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                is 
                                                love? 
                                                but 
                                                    a 
                                                prelude 
                                                to 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                heartbreak 
                                                ahead 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                goal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                    I 
                                                go 
-                                                now 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                why 
                                                I'm 
                                                leaving.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                the 
                                                blues. 
                                                what 
                                                can 
                                                    I 
                                                lose? 
                                                goodbye!
 
                                    
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