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The Blues (Lyric) by fevriere
The words hang like blues,
They shiver through you
and we can't stand the truth.
Now his hand's kissed you.
So this is what you are,
Hanging on to the blues,
Strung inside a guitar
Like the quivering truth.
Criminals on your case,
Everything haunting you,
Dark water, black lace,
The depth of the truth.
Tears unlike jewels
Dull as Norfolk in truth
Sinking smoke, so cruel,
Your own beautiful blues.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.25
Weighted score: 5.029801
Overall Rank: 7302
Posted: January 12, 2004 3:35 AM PST; Last modified: January 12, 2004 3:35 AM PST
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