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Deep Midnight Blues (Lyric) by oneglove

Lord oh Lord I think you got it wrong You made my days so short And the nights so very long I work and toil Until my fingers bleed But it's all for naught Once I get that need When the sun goes down And the moon comes up It's from a glass half full to an empty cup I said by now I'd be travellin on But the Lord stopped thinking And made the nights so long I got them deep midnight blues I got my chips on black but I always lose Got them demons circling around my head And demons crawlin inside my bed They've got long dark hair And legs for days They've got a taste for flesh And for gettin paid Well it ain't no place for a working man Money flows through my fingers like the desert sand Oh those deep midnight blues The type of life, no sane man would choose Money's gone with an empty cup Then she'll take some more when her time is up That yellow bellied sun Saw it comin, turns his back and runs Left me swinging into the night Punching at darkness in a hopeless fight Yeah those deep midnight blues A constant stream of blood, sex and booze I said by now I'd be travellin on But the Lord stopped thinking And made the nights so long

oneglove 12-Mar-08/5:18 AM
no. that question makes absolutely no sense.




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