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Fergus sings the Blues |
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In bars of twelve or less |
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I`m a stranger |
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To the land |
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To this wilderness |
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All |
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Things are possible |
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But happen less and less |
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This |
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Is my country |
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These |
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Are my reasons |
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`Cause I look |
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In the mirror |
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And it throws |
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Back the question |
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And I whisper in words |
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That beg |
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An answer |
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Tell me |
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Can |
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This white man sing the blues |
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Home |
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Sick James |
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My biggest |
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Influence |
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Tell |
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Me why |
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James and Bobby Purify |
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I`m lost |
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In music |
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Sweet |
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Soul music |
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This |
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Is my country |
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These |
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Are my reasons |
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`Cause I look |
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In the mirror |
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And it throws |
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Back the question |
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And I whisper in words |
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That beg |
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An answer |
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Yes I look |
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In the mirror |
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And it throws |
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Back the question |
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And I whisper in words |
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That beg |
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An answer |
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Tell me |
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Can |
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This white man sing the blues |
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From the north coast |
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To the uplands |
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Stay on the left side of the white lines |
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From the Campsies |
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Over Christmas |
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I still dream of Memphis |
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`Cause I look |
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In the mirror |
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And it throws |
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Back the question |
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And I whisper in words |
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That beg |
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An answer |
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I got the blue blue world |
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And I see |
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The blue blue sky |
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I got |
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I got the blue blue ocean |
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In |
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My blue eye |
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So tell me |
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Can |
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This white man sing the blues |
