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Ten blues in another Sun
Ten calls that I still avoid
Now I'm not your boy
I forgot how to work the fun
My heart is so unemployed
Now I'm not your boy

I wanna say that you're all the best
I wanna say that it's been a joy
And as I weave my eerie nest
You know that I'm not your boy
Know that I'm not your boy
Nothing ever cools the burn

And nothing ever fills the holes in a day, when I
Feel like I won't get my turn
A little cup of peace I can
Raise to the room
All the ghosts and the gloom
As they hum their little tunes

I wanna know why the air at night
Is afraid of my little lungs
Now I'm not your boy
I want my soul to be a kite
For all the love to ride and run
And still I'm not your boy

I gave the black days too much time
And the good days not enough
I could have been such a freeing crime
But you know that I'm not your boy
Know that I'm not your boy
Nothing ever cools the burn

And nothing ever fills the holes in a day, when I
Feel like I won't get my turn
A little cup of peace I can
Raise to the room
All the ghosts and the gloom
As they hum their little tunes

Nothing ever cools the burn
And nothing ever fills the holes in a day, when I
Feel like I won't get my turn
A little cup of peace I can
Raise to the room
All the ghosts and the gloom
As they hum their little tunes