I ain't got the mystery of
the blue flow down
you know I heard those
girl angels flew this town
and our walls our walls our walls
are in our minds
this ain't me trying to be kind
I give a dollar
give a sawbuck five
to hear a solid theory
that it matters we're alive
aw it's just this sickness
these crow city blues
and they'd line up
for a mile vacation in my shoes
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