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The rain hits the glass
Like a knock on my temple
I’ve drained my cup, served my time
The struggle... the sample
The room is stifling
Though I’ve opened the pane
Outside it’s not a film
Just a canvas of pain
Down on the floor, in the shadows, my friend
Buba needs no "rockets," no games to transcend
He forgets my sins, my ghosts, and my mess
The perfect dog
A little black dog
My little black dachshund
In a coat made of thick night
We’re all that is left
Since we burned every light
Let the city run
Let it count up its "cash" and its greed
We’ve got each other, that’s all that we need
Yeah, this is my blues, a blues earned in the cold
While the rest of them sold their souls to be sold
He won’t ask me why I’m silent tonight
He just rests his face on my cheek, holds me tight
We’re out of place, we’re the "artifacts" now
Two black stains who broke the contract somehow
And if tomorrow brings a new ringing tone
I’ll just close my eyes and pull the trigger... alone
No need for pardon, no need for a plea
We’re out of the game, out of these buildings—set free
Buba exhales, I stroke his fur deep
And these "offers" will burn while the city’s asleep
A little black dog
In a coat made of thick night
We’re all that is left
Since we burned every light
Let the city run
Let it count up its "cash" and its greed
We’ve got each other, that’s all that we need
Yeah, this is my blues, a blues earned in the cold
While the rest of them sold their souls to be sold
Keys in my pocket, in my head, only haze
The kind that lingers, through all of my days
I remember each blueprint, each line that I drew
But in a world of "faster," I’ve faded from view
Buba trots by, tapping rhythm on rain
We broke no rules—we just snapped the chain
Let them keep their wallets, let them chase their clouds
We’ve got the pavement, the lamp, and the night’s heavy shrouds
We stand our ground, we’re not for sale for a fee
I’m just a master who kept his own key
A little black dog
In a coat made of thick night
We’re all that is left
Since we burned every light
Let the city run
Let it count up its "cash" and its greed
We’ve got each other, that’s all that we need
Yeah, this is my blues, a blues earned in the cold
While the rest of them sold their souls to be sold
Sleep now, my friend, let the night take the sound
I’ll wake up tomorrow—but for now, silence is found
A blues for two
Just us
And the dark
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