Fumblin' with the blues

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Ci sono canzoni che per qualche umano, umanissimo motivo, in certi momenti, ti calzano come un vestito fatto su misura.



Friday left me fumblin' with the blues
And it's hard to win when you always lose
Because the nightspots spend your spirit
Beat your head against the wall
Two dead ends and you've still got to choose.

You know, the ladies I've been seeing off and on
Well they spend your love and then they're gone
You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel
Take your love and then they leave on out of town, no they do.

Come on baby, let your love light shine
Gotta bury me inside of your fire
Because your eyes are 'enough to blind me
You're like looking at the sun

You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one
Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one