I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen
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I'm turing straw into gold and then back again
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When you used to be my friend
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Before you turned your back on me in the end
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I'm building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew
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I'm sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you
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And I lay you to rest
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I pour flowers on your chest, on your chest
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And it's happened again
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Pull a fast one on me
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And I've got to be dumb
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If it's always in fun
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I'm digging a hole with my hands six fee in the ground
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I'm chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I found
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Meet this friend indeed
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May he rest in peace and get on with
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I'm learning to live with the guilt of remembering
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I'm willing to try to forgive and forget this thing
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That's gone on too long
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You were right, I was wrong, so wrong
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And it's happened again
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Pull a fast one on me
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And I've got to be dumb
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If it's always in fun
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But enough's enough
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Hold my breath while I pass
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While I pass you by
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And it's happened again
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Pull a fast one on me
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You can undo what you've done
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And it's always in fun
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If it happens again
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Pull a fast one on me
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Then I've got to be dumb
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And in more ways in one
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And it's always in fun
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And in more ways in one
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Gold Into Straw
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Brendan Benson |