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Sing me the Blues
Sing me the blues from those lips a'quiver
as you linger on breaths, tired to deliver
restless hearts do well not to falter
when loving and living and leaving the altar
Through nights of splendour and nights of fear
strucking chords in my heart, sing for me, my dear
when another day passes, time better spent
in another place, with lack of arguement
Close your eyes, which are as red as the rose
that you held before you before the passionate throes
wild at heart, but bent on taming the beast
left well enough alone, or left alone, at least
Left now with nothing but a haunting sweet sound
in a place which is full of lust abound
and offer me, sweet, a place which I can lay
to sing out my dreams until the end of this day.
