They
play blues
He
plays rock
When
ask to meet
He
never want it
He
picks his solo
Behind
the stage
Strumming
it away
With
his fingers dancing
Listening
to his own
Chart
topping he can't make
With
the wrong song writers
He
can't play in tune
They
play blues
He
plays rock
He
thinks he can make it
Playing
to his small gallery
The
black crows fly
“You
hear that?!
We
can't stand the rock
Blues
anytime!”
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