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Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to doLivin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine throughEver feel that somehow, somewhere you lost your wayAnd if you don't get a help quick you won't make it through the dayOr could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John ColtraneNow â??cause there, they'll wash your troubles, your troubles, your troubles awayPlastic people with plastic minds are on their way to plastic homesNo beginning there ain't no ending just on and on and on and on and on, it'sAll because they're so afraid to say that they're aloneUntil I hear old Rodney ridin' on his saxophoneOr could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John ColtraneNow â??cause there, they'll wash your troubles, your troubles, Your troubles awayAlrightEver feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to doLivin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine throughEver feel that somehow, somewhere you lost your wayAnd if you don't get a help quick you won't make it through the dayOr could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John ColtraneNow â??cause there, they'll wash your troubles, your troubles, your troubles, your troublesYour troubles, your troubles, your troublesYour troubles, your troubles, Your troubles awayThey'll wash your troubles away From Letras Mania