S.O.S.

Blues please don't let me down

If the blues was money, I'd be the richest man in town
Well if the blues was money, people, I'd be the richest man in town
Well since I'm not rich, blues please don't let me down

Broken lives

There's an ugly crowd here beside me
They specialise in violations
Once they numbered only a handful
Grew out the ashes of what we had good


Our love hangs here beside us
From it's feet, twitching, desperate
The juice that splash our white boots
Now they're matted and confused
There'll be another ugly scene tonight
As we refuse to accept the obvious

That same old hour...

Light reflects from your shadow

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