What kind of blues are these
What kind of blues are these?
You can’t lose them in a thousand days, these blues
They take you to that place
To that dark sad place
You think of crossing the line
What kind of blues are these?
You can’t lose them in a thousand days, these blues
They take you to that place
To that dark sad place
You think of crossing the line
People say how could this be?
How could it be?
To do this to the ones you love, how could this be?
Takes big empathy
Big eyes to see
Why you’re crossing the line
How could it be?
To do this to the ones you love, how could this be?
Takes big empathy
Big eyes to see
Why you’re crossing the line
They say without a vision we perish
Without a dream you just drift away
So what are we left with looking at now?
Cross these borders and fields
And the doubts that won’t yield
Crossing the line
Without a dream you just drift away
So what are we left with looking at now?
Cross these borders and fields
And the doubts that won’t yield
Crossing the line
What kind of love is this?
What kind of love is this?
Takes all the shit, the dirt, all of our sins
Takes some sacrifice
With good advice
You’re crossing the line
What kind of love is this?
Takes all the shit, the dirt, all of our sins
Takes some sacrifice
With good advice
You’re crossing the line
A Mother cries,
A Mother cries
She knows innocence has died
Car glides car glides
And nobody is talking for fear
Of crossing the line
A Mother cries
She knows innocence has died
Car glides car glides
And nobody is talking for fear
Of crossing the line
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