In my melancholy blues
I wonder if all the problems
I have are because of me.
Intoxication doesn't wash it away
Your love is all that makes me stay
Sane and numbs all the pain.
So come and let me be with you,
Let my little heart feel the bloom.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC
In my melancholy blues
I wonder if all the problems
I have are because of me.
Intoxication doesn't wash it away
Your love is all that makes me stay
Sane and numbs all the pain.
So come and let me be with you,
Let my little heart feel the bloom.
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