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Lyrics

I've had it with the Blues
The color is painfully overused
The lighting is thundering louder and harder
Where is the road to beautiful flowers
Got a knife stuck in my soul
Telling me, it’s time to go
Take the first flight out of here
All signs say the coast is clear
Sparks appear
Last call for dreamers to fly

The blues ain’t a color it’s true…
You pay and over pay life’s dues
Start marching out of step and out of beat
Singing a new song start changing the beat
The bud on my rose is opening up again and its letting in
Sweet sounds from sun dance skies
Passing dust bowels on lonely nights
Sparks appear last call for dreamers to fly

I've had it with the blues
The color is painfully overused
The lighting is thundering louder and harder
Where is the road to beautiful flowers
Got a knife stuck in my soul
Telling me, it’s time to go
Take the first flight out of here
All signs say the coast is clear
Sparks appear
Last call for dreamers to fly