Close-some Air
Choking in clean underwear

Bleeding tongue
8-Ball pounding in my lungs

Ship to shore
I can't see the coastline anymore

I shouldn't be here
I thought I made that loud and clear

But

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The Master of Disaster
Gets tangled in his telecaster
He can't play it any faster
When he plays the blues

When he had the heart to ask her
And every note just shouldn't
Now he's just a mean ole' bastard
When he plays the blues

Chinatown
Chasing that old dragon down

We play the blues with the curtains drawn

Sidewalks of White
Where the alleck (?) sun beat out the night

Pounding brain
My last transmission down the drain

And

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There's a debt I owe
I never paid before I go

So I sing the blues
Hand me down my walking shoes

You're in my heart
Though we may be miles apart

There's my point
I'll see you in another joint

When

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