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Ever feel kinda down and out, you dont know just what to do Livin all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through Ever feel that somehow, somewhere you lost your way And if you dont get a help quick you wont make it through the day Or could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John Coltrane Now cause there, theyll wash your troubles, your troubles, your troubles away Plastic people with plastic minds are on their way to plastic homes No beginning there aint no ending just on and on and on and on and on, its All because theyre so afraid to say that theyre alone Until I hear old Rodney ridin on his saxophone Or could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John Coltrane Now cause there, theyll wash your troubles, your troubles, your troubles away Alright Ever feel kinda down and out, you dont know just what to do Livin all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through Ever feel that somehow, somewhere you lost your way And if you dont get a help quick you wont make it through the day Or could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John Coltrane Now cause there, theyll wash your troubles, your troubles, your troubles, your troubles Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles away Theyll wash your troubles away From Letras Mania