How would you feel if I'd stopped struggling with nature?
And how would you feel if I'd grow my own way?
Would you cry?
Would you look at me differently?
And I would try to freeze myself enough to die
Just to spare you
Baby, I'll go to Paris or New York
Find me a small apartment, a lover and a place to sing
Many blues songs, I'll probably have dozens
Cause they're my only comfort
Coffee reminds me the eyes of whom I shall give my hand to
They are as deep as tunnels and I'm not able to handle
Their deepness and near, I drown in them so I won't look away
I won't go my own way
Baby, I'll go to Paris or New York
Find me a small apartment, a lover and a place to sing
Many blues songs, I'll probably have dozens
Cause they're my only comfort
Baby, I'll go to Paris or New York
Find me a small apartment, a lover and a place to sing
Many blues songs, I'll probably have dozens
Cause they're my only comfort
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