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Lyrics: Bloody papers blues
I wake up to the city’s hum,
streets I call my own, but I’m still undone.
Every corner whispers home,
but the walls I’ve built feel so alone.
Like leaves in the wind, I sway,
not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow, or drift away.
My heart beats in rhythm with a distant song,
telling me where I belong, where I belong.
I carry my past in my hands,
stories of mountains, rivers, and sun-drenched lands.
Yet here I stand, dreaming small,
praying the world won’t take it all.
Like leaves in the wind, I sway,
not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow, or drift away.
My heart beats in rhythm with a distant song,
telling me where I belong, where I belong.
But music keeps me in the now,
the sax and the piano teach me how
to dance with fear, to hold it near,
to find a moment, bright and clear.
Like leaves in the wind, I sway,
not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow, or drift away.
My heart beats in rhythm with a distant song,
telling me where I belong, where I belong.
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Title Bloody papers blues
Lyrics: Bloody papers blues
I wake up to the city’s hum,
streets I call my own, but I’m still undone.
Every corner whispers home,
but the walls I’ve built feel so alone.
Like leaves in the wind, I sway,
not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow, or drift away.
My heart beats in rhythm with a distant song,
telling me where I belong, where I belong.
I carry my past in my hands,
stories of mountains, rivers, and sun-drenched lands.
Yet here I stand, dreaming small,
praying the world won’t take it all.
Like leaves in the wind, I sway,
not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow, or drift away.
My heart beats in rhythm with a distant song,
telling me where I belong, where I belong.
But music keeps me in the now,
the sax and the piano teach me how
to dance with fear, to hold it near,
to find a moment, bright and clear.
Like leaves in the wind, I sway,
not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow, or drift away.
My heart beats in rhythm with a distant song,
telling me where I belong, where I belong.
Work type Music
Tags dixie jazz song with lyrics
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Identifier 2511073612390
Entry date Nov 7, 2025, 12:55 AM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder Oscar Ortega. Date Nov 7, 2025.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder Oscar Ortega. Date Nov 7, 2025.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder Oscar Ortega. Date Nov 7, 2025.
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