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Apr 24, 2010
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FRONT PORCH BLUES
Steel string's strummin.
Lost soul's just floatin.
Here i sit with those blues.
The blues forever hauntin.
Hauntin me,Hauntin you.
The shine's run low,and so has the wallet.
Sleep's in my forecast now.
Crazy how somethin called shine,
Can bring such darkness.
It's the blues they say.
Where does it come from?
The answer is alway in front of you.
Or in that glass in your hand..........................................................................
Lost soul's just floatin.
Here i sit with those blues.
The blues forever hauntin.
Hauntin me,Hauntin you.
The shine's run low,and so has the wallet.
Sleep's in my forecast now.
Crazy how somethin called shine,
Can bring such darkness.
It's the blues they say.
Where does it come from?
The answer is alway in front of you.
Or in that glass in your hand..........................................................................
— thewaitingroom, Apr 24, 2010
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