Jailbird Blues Songtext

Gentle moon carry the night
Piercing chills in a wash of white
We've walked in floods in streams of verse
And endless thought in wind dispersed

We know these streets, its hierarchy
Always convinced they're royalty
No beacon truths can shed this skin
Of jailbird blues I'm stirring in
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