The Perfect Sheep - Ordinary Blues | Текст песни

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the noize of old microphone
and I'm all alone
and my only listeners
are the walls of my room

the rats are my crowd
but they don't make a sound
but I'm happy of all what I have
'cause we don't choose what we loose

the strings still don't fail me
and my guitar is still crying
women or blues?
fame or blues? oh,
women can't touch my soul

I left a footstep in a story
and now I'm not afraid to go
money or blues?
children or blues? well,
I didn't even mind to choose

I didn't even mind to choose

I flew up to the clowds
but the people still listen to me
heaven or blues?
heaven or blues? well,
I hope they have good guitars in hell

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