Letras de 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 my 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
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