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I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away,
I knew I would, I would if I waited a day, It made me feel better, what I had to say, I knew it would, it did, but I waited. ... I hardly bothered, though I laboured all day, I work so hard, there’s no time left to please you. The day I decided I had nothing to say, I’ll never learn, I’m burning all this paper away. (chorus) A rhythym in your walking tree, its a tapestry of pride your weaving, Over, under, ropes of wonder, tie me to a chair. I’m dirty feet on your clean white shoes, I’m the man of the mess that greets you, been graced with a slap in the face, tangled in your hair. I think its time you let me go, I’m too in love, let me go, I think its time you let me go, I’m too in love, I think its time you let me go, I’m too in love, let me go, (chorus) ... I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away, I knew I would, I would, if I waited a day, It made me feel better, but I have to say, I’ll never learn, I’m burning all this paper away, I’m burning all this paper away, I’m burning all this paper. |
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