| Message | Show it to me...
All that pain
Play me your dry, sultry, whiskey blues song
Ill listen...
Ill hang desperately upon your every note
Play me your muted trumpet, sad love song
Ill sing along to your minor key tyrade
Then I will call you a godess...
Ill applaud my broken porcelin muse
Ill watch you stumble across the ivory in a clumsy 4/4
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