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• Artiste: Adam Linder
• Titre: White Boy Blues
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Don't blame me if I talk about the weather It's all that I can get my head around for now It seems these days that nothing's getting better I read it one last time, and I burned her final letter It's raining now, I heard tomorrow will be wetter There's a house on my street, I think it's been abandoned And the grass grows tall and brown, ashamed it's standing But I think it's great how it stands up straight In defiance of unyielding fate At some point things are going to get too heavy The hurricane is going to break the levy Through the crashing of the thunder I can barely hear myself sing But the white boy blues, they never meant a thing And I'll blame it on the lightning For making me blind To the positive people and positive things That I fail to recognize So file this under cliché A boy and his guitar I've taken extra special care To ensure you enjoy this time of ours It's filled to the brim with introspection And a biting tone to match All the metaphors and references That no one but me will catch There's snow on the ground And it hasn't been this beautiful since March Things were looking up then I hope that maybe now they'll start I've been working hard To find that means to an end Cause recently it's been too hard to pretend So file this under cliché A boy and his guitar I've taken extra special care To ensure you enjoy this time of ours It's filled to the brim with introspection And a biting tone to match All the metaphors and references That no one but me will catch