Today's lyric:
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"We can watch our troubles rise like smoke into the air
And drift up to the ceiling
Down in the Blue Chair
You can feel just like a boy or a man and next minute you can find yourself kneeling
Down in the Blue Chair
They're boasting of loving the daylights right out of her in the small hours
Down in the Blue Chair."
Elvis Costello: "Blue Chair"
From the album: "Blood and chocolate"
Labels: Observation
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