كلمات Used to the Blues

Cigarette don't hit me like it used to I got used to the blues Cigarette don't hit me like it used to I got used to the blues Karma gets a hall pass, evil finds a way in Come and turn the lights out Tell me what you're sayin' Tell me what you're sayin' Say it all again in whispers I can't ever find It must be at the back of mind Girl reading my mind, feel I might die Being at my side, chillin' at night Telling me lies, telling me truths That's what I like about you Cigarette don't hit me like it used to I got used to the blues Cigarette don't hit me like you do, ooh I got used to the blues Hollow as a steel drum, kerosine to fill it Pocket full of matches, careful not to spill it Did it ever occur to you? Is it all just a blur? Girl reading my mind, feel I might die Being at my side, chillin' at night Telling me lies, telling me truths That's what I like about you That's what I like about you