Quick writin' back, trying to get ahold of you, yes you.
I can barely stand the silence, nothing's attached,
nothing's new.
'Cause today my mind's on you. I know, you got things to do.
So show me some more Sinatra,
and I'll play the blues, if you show me Sinatra.
Your hepburn smile,
didn't leave my mind, my mind. When I, left for Nevada.
And I'll play the blues, 'till I'm there with you, i'll be pickin'.
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