Blues/藤原絵理子
　
You gotta put my mind to it
If I wanna swim with nothing on
I gotta be set free like a dolphin

Early a cold evening falls
Deeply a long night disgusts me
Clear amber liquid in a tumbler
Has been growing hazy with cigarette’s smoke
E A E A E B A E
A smell from rusty strings gets on fingers
It’s my blues

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