This confusing music has me tripping all over myself, It's not rock or jazz or blues,
I hear purple, that deep passionate sadness, where your bleeding for clues.
You left me here too quickly,
In love and wanting, where is she,
She's gone away and left me with this confusing vinyl, belting notes of distress and tears,
The bleeding purple sadness creeping in, the blood on the ground drying, the creeping fears.
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