I was feeling empty hearted Colder than a stone Walked around the house all day Looking for a home I laid down on my brother's bed Tried on my father's shoes Picked up my mother's wedding ring The one she tried to lose When she went looking for some clues To find magic in the blues I broke up with myself I left without a note Hitched a ride to Birmingham Arrived without a coat I slept out in a hallway And I woke up feeling bruised Just me and my stolen guitar The one he never used So I undid the screws Searching for magic in the blues I made it down to London town I didn't have a dime Someone said they'd found a girl I knew that she was mine When I saw her through the window She acted so confused But I could tell she knew If we became each other's muse That we would hit the news Making magic in the blues
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