Well, you say I'm your cure
I'm leaving you, baby
Won't be back no more
It's almost springtime
I have my way to do
Can't you see?
I'm like a dark cloud over you
Everyone has sorrows
Our hearts aren't made of steel
I wish us a better day tomorrow
A slow blues will come to dry our tears
21-09-11
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