I have no money
I'm black and poor
I hate my life
don't want to live no more
Somethings wrong
don't know what to do
That's why I'm singing you the blues
I'm like a butterfly
sometimes I wanna cry
Where to go
cause i ain't got no home
Don't what to do
yeah!These are my tunes
That's why I'm singing you the blues
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