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I s Dm  aw some people starving; there was murder, there was rape
 
Their villages were burning, they were trying to escape
I  Gm  couldn't meet their glances, I was staring at my shoes
It was Dm  acid, it was tragic; it was almost like the blues Am          Gm 
 
 
It was almost like the blues  Dm 
 
 
I have to die a little between each murderous thought
and when I'm finished thinking I have to die a lot
There's torture, and there's killing and there's all my bad reviews
The war, the children missing, Lord, it's almost like the blues
 
 
It's almost like the blues
 
 
So I let my heart get frozen to keep away the rot
my father says I'm chosen, my mother says I'm not
I listened to their story of the gypsies and the Jews
It was good, it wasn't boring, it was almost like the blues
 
 
It was almost like the blues
 
 
There is no G-d in heaven, there is no hell below
So says the great professor of all there is to know
But I've had the invitation that a sinner can't refuse
and it's almost like salvation, it's almost like the blues
 
 
It's almost like the blues
Almost like the blues
Almost like the blues
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Dernière modification : 2014-11-11
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