I bled too much on the Gibsons, I drank too much on the Tobacco Roads.
There's more than the boxes that resonate with me
And when I break, I always travel illegally.
Cotton fields in my memory
Three notes of blues, it's a bit of black love
When I'm too short, when I'm too late
It's a recourse for another story.
When the music is good, when the music gives
When the music sounds, sounds, sounds, when it doesn't cheat not.
When the music is good, when the music gives
When the music sounds, sounds, sounds, when it guides my steps.
I have more love, I have no time
I have more humor, I no longer know where the wind is coming from.
I have more than a nail, a spark
Things in lead that breaks my wings.
A little swing, a little King, a lot of feeling and decibels
It's not the factory, it's not the mine
But that's enough to make you look good.
When the music is good, when the music delivers
When the music sounds, sounds, sounds, when it doesn't cheat
When music is good, when music gives
When music sounds, sounds, sounds, when it guides my steps.
Sounds, sounds, sounds, sounds, sounds, sounds.
Sounds, rings, rings, rings, rings, rings.
Sounds, rings, rings, rings, rings, rings, rings, rings, rings.
When the music is good, when the music gives
When the music sounds, sounds, sounds, when it doesn't cheat
When the music is good, when the music gives
When the music sounds, sounds, sounds, when it guides my steps.
When the music is good, when the music gives
When the music sounds, sounds, sounds, when it doesn't cheat.
When the music is good.

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