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• Artiste: Adam Green
• Titre: Fix My Blues
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Ain't I fair, ain't I kind And I'm paid to feel fine But I haven't spent a dime since I met you Your breasts are like two wrists that I've handcuffed to my dick In a subculture of love and refraction But I die every morning again Me at my worst is fun for them And I die with a feeding tube While you try to fix my blues Your city's so unclean in a Washington machine And your face is like a cage and two of them And your sentiment is gone and you're now enslaved by gods While I strum my broken legs like a banjo But I die every morning again Me at my worst is fun for them And I die with a feeding tube While you try to fix my blues But when I feel my heart retract into my soul It makes an ego seem more valuable than gold