Lockdown
Lockdown
They plan for it
For my own good
Lockdown
Hand on the handle
Key turning
Lockdown
Scent of that woman
“Layla” in my ears
Lockdown
Closing of the door
Such a sad sound
Lockdown
Somewhere between heaven and hell
Knees creaking
Lockdown
Can’t lie
Play the blues for me
Lockdown
Can’t come over
Don’t need a big name
Lockdown
Just play the blues
The thrill isn’t gone
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