I Hate the Blues Songtext
von The Eighties Matchbox B‐Line Disaster

The flowers in the window are getting old
And as the time passes by the wind blows
It was a pleasant time we (hanged in every mall)
I hate the blues, baby, I hate the blues

She is such a pretty picture!
He just wanted to admire!

I won′t tell you a lie, until I have what's mine
And now you can′t give up, 'cos once it's started
It′s time to pay your dues, ′cos once your down you lose
And I cannot take these navy blues anymore


She is such a pretty picture!
He just wanted to admire!
Her, yeah, she looks so good
Her hair, she looks so good

I don't want your sympathy
If I can′t help don't run to me
The time will come when I will pay
Cos once it′s started
The hour has come to make a stand
And I will never be your man
I never wanted you

Couldn't you ever lose her
And I cannot take these navy blues anymore