༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱༱
Spora
Searching, searching, always keeping my eyes clean
Oh, blues, it's the blues
Digging and crying through every moment
It's only a muse
The contract of doctor, patient has no end of use
Well, it's a job I've got nothing better to do
And I enjoy being employed
As a foster mother on this covered spot
But I even get sunless floodlights
When the press warms around her
There's Alice the mother keeping a watchful eye
Oh, blues, it's the blues
Digging and crying through every moment
It's only a muse
The contract of doctor, patient has no end of use
Well, it's a job I've got nothing better to do
Well, it's a job I've got nothing better to do
But I enjoy being employed
As a foster mother on this covered spot
It's only a muse
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