written by Leonard Cohen and Patrick Leonard
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Dm
I saw some people starving; there was murder, there was rape
(Dm)
Their villages were burning, they were trying to escape
Gm
I couldn't meet their glances, I was staring at my shoes
Dm
It was acid, it was tragic; it was almost like the blues
Am Gm Dm
It was almost like the blues
I have to die a little between each murderous thought
and when I'm finished thinking I have to die a lot
There's torture, and there's killing and there's all my bad reviews
The war, the children missing, Lord, it's almost like the blues
It's almost like the blues
So I let my heart get frozen to keep away the rot
my father says I'm chosen, my mother says I'm not
I listened to their story of the gypsies and the Jews
It was good, it wasn't boring, it was almost like the blues
It was almost like the blues
There is no G-d in heaven, there is no hell below
So says the great professor of all there is to know
But I've had the invitation that a sinner can't refuse
and it's almost like salvation, it's almost like the blues
It's almost like the blues
Almost like the blues
Almost like the blues