What do I have in my blood
That makes me so carefree?
Please never make it go away
You don't take life so serious
With the Florida Blues
What do I have in my blood
That makes me so clear?
The answers are all in my head for free
When I walk the empty avenues
With the Florida Blues
When nothing else works
And the guns and the cigs
Can't do anything
You realize it's all a beautiful disaster
And you know what to do
If life gave you one more of the chances you wasted
Without the Florida Blues
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