MYSTIFIED BLUES
I get the mystified blues from my
head to my shoes, every time you
come around. I can't shoulder these
burdens no more. There's a carousel
in my eyeballs, and it's somehow all
I can see - the 'round and 'round
reciprocation of me to you and you to
me. I don't need no other, but this can't
break. I got the mystified blues and
no pills to take. A headache can't
describe my Tuesday malady.
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