Leopold and His Fiction - Brokendown Blues

[0:38 Second Silence]

(One, two, three, four)

I can tell my time won't last here that long
On this dead-end doorstep in a crooked old frame
As the morning drags your bones to the door
I hear these broken-down blues and I know I can't stay

Have you seen the sky? It's the same gentle flame
That warms his heart on my road to make amends
I walk by the stars if I could only find a will
With these broken-down blues I've got to dream and forget
It's then I've seen grown up from the dirt
Leaving poor-salted footsteps on account of your name
For the seasons don't change when you're dead to the world
These broken-down blues explain everything

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