A hundred thousand dollars
Wouldn’t touch the price I paid
Of the hundred thousand moments
Of the times I wish I’d stayed.
But even if I had all the time and money,
It’s still the same old news.
Nothin’ does you any good
When you got 2000 blues.
Ten thousand clouds
On a rainy rainy day
Couldn’t wash away
All the dust and the haze.
But I tried and I tried
To search for all the clues,
Why I can’t wash away
These 2000 blues.
If I had an airplane
With a co-pilot too,
I’d fly to a planet
That was closest to you.
I’d set the tracking system
With your safety fuse,
And set the countdown
For 2000 blues.
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