Versuri 09. Day Old Blues

Toss me a breath when you hold me down 
Hot like a razor on my face 
Somethings growing that don't help me now 
Paging the doctor just in case 
 
Low and behold things are killing me 
Silly expectation of a dream 
Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair 
Boys are gonna hate the way I seem 
 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
 
Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling 
Feels like a fast or homeless sleep 
At least there's a record that I love to play 
Dreaming about a place I'll never see 
 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
 
Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying 
Baby with a man like a lung 
Smell her crying fighting back a fever 
Mad as hell give up 
 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old 
Day old, day old, day old blues 
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