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                                “Thin Dime Blues”.

	Warmth of your skin not forgotten.
	And….. all my favorite singers are… Dead ,
           But…. I can't get their poetry outta my head.		
	And I would die for your kiss, in the rain
	And I need to hold your lies,
	in my arms again. 	And again,
	And I got dirty, muddy feet and I’ve only my tears,
	To wash the thin-dime blues away.
	To ease the....  moment in time
	Thats fading away.
	 I loved you for a moment, 
	 A moment in time,
	 I don't know why,
	 Why I loved you?
	 But That was then,
	 This is now.
	 It’s not a crime?
	 Your wrapped up in the lies of his eyes,
	 And your no longer mine. 
	 Don't know why
	 All my favorite singers are dead
	 Can't get their poetry 
	 outta my head.
	And I’m left alone, 
	Throwing shadows at the moon.

	 I need that kiss in the rain to wash my thin dime blues
	 away 
	 And I got muddy feet.
	 I’ve only my tears, to wash the thin-dime blues away.
	 I've been writing poetry all night and day
	 Don't know what to write
	 Don't know what say… 
	 Remembering yesterdays,
	 Did I make you nervous?
	 When I was sitting by your side.
	 It's a feeling 
	 I just can't hide.
	 When you’re sitting by my side
	 A touch of heaven in your eyes.
	 As the world stops, to laugh, and smile
	 Then in a moment passes by... Separated by time
	 And... I need to know… what I can’t say?
	 maybe you feel the same way?
	All my favorite singers are dead
	Can't get their poetry, outta my head.
	And I’m left alone, 
	Throwing shadows at the moon.

	 Warmth of your skin not forgotten.
	 I’ve only got my tears,
	 To wash the thin-dime blues away.
	 All my favorite singers are dead
	 Can't get their poetry, outta my head.
	 Sold my soul for a book of pain.
	 I’ve only got our tears,
	To wash the thin-dime blues away.
	 All my favorite singers are dead
	Can't get their poetry, outta my head,
	And I’m left all alone.
	Throwing shadows at the moon,
	All my favorite singers are dead
	Can't get their poetry, outta my head,
	And I’m left alone, 
	Throwing shadows at the moon.

© London F, Buss 2024
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