.Take James Indigo
Blood on his hands, oh
Blue-button James
He was a town crier>
Whiskey or prophecy
It's hard to distinguish, but he
Cried with a strange fire
His lone voice getting higher>
With each hour passing him by
Cursing the malaise of his time
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