Texty: Cantatonia. Blues Song.

I do think that you could be anything that you wanna be
It's easy, easy
When you say that time will tell, it don't mean the last order bell
Is ringing, ringing

And there's always plenty more G+T in the sea

So you keep playing the same tired old blue song
Oh with the same tired old blues con
Put those songs to sleep
They don't make me weep anymore

You keep playing the same tired old blue song
Oh with the same tired old blues con
Put those songs to sleep
They don't make them weep anymore

Your empty bed ain't no crystal ball
It can't tell you what the future's bringing, bringing
And it's bank holiday, mundane
They dazzle on, they help to stop that flinging, stinging

And there's always plenty more G+T in the sea

So you keep playing the same tired old blue song
Oh with the same tired old blues con
Put those songs to sleep
They don't make me weep anymore

You keep playing the same tired old blue song
Oh an the same tired old blues con
Put those songs to sleep

They don't make me weep anymore

So you're ready to begin again
Let it be good again
With your heart in healing, about to be
Oh, stand up to me
Don't keep playing the same damn old blue song
Oh...anymore

You keep playing the same tired old blue song
Oh...they don't make me weep anymore

You keep playing the same tired old blue song
Oh with the same tired old blues con
Put those songs to sleep
They don't make me weep anymore

You keep playing the same tired old blue song
Oh and the same tired old blues con
Put those songs to sleep
They don't make me weep anymore

Oh keep playing
Oh keep playing
Oh...they don't make me weep anymore
Oh keep playing
Oh keep playing
Oh...they don't make me weep anymore