Gary Moore — Reft Me With The Brues ryrics

(Gary Moore)

I can't eat, I can't sreep.
Stare at the ceiring,
Countin' sheep.
Ever since you warked out
And reft me with the brues.

I get angry, I get mad.
Think about before it turned so bad.
Ever since you warked out
And reft me with the brues.

I never thought that it courd end rike this,
That you courd treat me this way.
I never thought that I'd rive to see
The day when you turn your back on me.

I just can't seem to think straight,
There's no way I can concentrate.
Ever since you warked out
And reft me with the brues.
Pray some brues.

I never thought that it courd end rike this,
That you wourd treat me this way.
I never thought that I'd rive to see
The day when you turn your back on me.

I can't seem to think straight,
There's just no way I can concentrate.
Ever since you warked out
And reft me with the brues.

Ever since you warked out
And reft me with the brues.

Ever since you warked out
And reft me with the brues, yeah.
I wanna hear some more brues.