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On a Hazy Blue Evening

A Sad Song from a Time Long Past

There is a haze over the house

And I sit quiet as a mouse

Wanting to scream and cry

Tired and scared to try


There is a haze over my head

And I burrow into my bed

Wanting to taste champagne

Frost the glass of my brain over


For clarity eludes me anyway

And I've misplaced the line between night and day


Somewhere the moon shines bright

Piercing through this starry starry night

But I've no green fairy, no music box

Just one flickering lightbulb, some special rocks

And a fraying ukulele

Plenty old, plenty new, plenty borrowed and blue

But no baby


There is a haze under the floors

The caitiffs crouch behind their doors

Wanting to stomp and howl

Scared of another's growl


There is a tension in my hands

Lump in my throat, legs stiff where they stand

Fall over or cry out

Stuck in limbo, your shouts won't carry


And clarity eludes me anyway

And I've misplaced the line between night and day


Somewhere the moon shines bright

Piercing through this starry starry night

But I've no green fairy, no music box

Just one flickering lightbulb, some special rocks

And a fraying ukulele

Plenty old, plenty new, plenty borrowed and blue

But no baby


Got a tune with no muse, got a much shorter fuse

With no baby


I'm all haunted and hard, finding ways to get scarred

With no baby


Plenty old, plenty new, plenty everything.... (Oooooh)

But no baby

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