Letra de
He Was A Jazzman

I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed
You move so slow
You say the pain you feel is too great to be inside your head
I know, I know
You move so slow, yeah
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
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I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
Until you're good and ready to leave
Until you feel a lot like me, yeah
With curved eyes I smile
As a bad excuse sits next to you