Blind, pearl on my mind thinking we fittin' to be, this, that, and the third.
Boy did I learn, tables turn, Billy Holiday burned down to play, when my nerves drowned my folks away.
Swerving in the locomotive, far from my hopes and motives.
Back to boasting at shows to get a standing O, from all the fans I know on some of that sapphire rapid fire soul stuff I used to hit 'em off with
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