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My fingers are stained
With blood that won't come off
No matter how much soap I use

And the only music
My dying ears will hear
Is the low tone of saxophone blues

'Cause when the Jazzman
Begins to wail
the only sound I hear is you

And when I start
Humming along to the tune
I see the stains and wonder what to do

Then I know
That the only thing left for me
Is to take off this mask I wear

And let the world
Say goodbye to what I was
And to take on the world without a care

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