Il testo della Ten cent blues

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pochette album Ten cent blues
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Data di rilascio : 11/08/2007

Durata : 0:03:59

Stile : Alternative



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Dear orthodox, i can't control my feelings
And who hit me? i just might be
Coming round the bush
And my stilts, they began cracking
Subsequently pushed

And i looked to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu and fare thee well
This was the ending, please

I was attached on bended knee
But i declined my leave

But who could blame a fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
With her uncanny styling
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
She just has no wit

I'm sorry i don't have her face
And i'm probably gonna lose this race
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
With such an abstract grace

There is no cure, i am sure
For this ten cent blues

Then she chose to dissect me
And i was casted into poverty
But i did not agree with her
She said, "now, you got nerve

But i don't care if i'm granted
For all these things
If i were one among this crowd
Would you call that defeat?

In a way it's making me crazy
In a sense that it's making me stronger
A likely chance and it's probably proven
In the end we'll all walk away

Shaking hands on a doormat
I salute you, sir
A stranger and a happy fit
Too glad i'm part of it
And that i saw it all

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