oh i can't hear the blues and refuse to think of you
i can't hear a child cry and not ponder
not pore over invisible notes i scrawled to you a million times
i can't hear a sad song and keep myself from opening a personal history book
one with a million and one misspelled entries, jumbled all out of time
somewhere out of time a slide guitar keeps on
keeps on telling me what should have could have
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