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The thumb moves the bass Then heart moves the head
And the sound sleeps long by my big brass bed
And the times they are old And the old times are new
and from time to time i still think of you
girl you're no christmas toy lately, don't bring much joy
and we don't talk that much, this is true
but your eyes hold the page and the cage fell away
and you're all that i want when i'm blue
and the whiskey it pours and my house it snores
and the rain it pours down all anew
and the seasons change and my eyes run dry
and my legs they walk me from you
and the window panes shake my eyes are never awake
beneath jobs work and school lie the blue
well you're only a dream just a name on a page
but you're all that i want when i'm blue