| I m writing the words to this song with a poison penI m turing straw into gold and then back againWhen you used to be my friendBefore you turned your back on me in the endI m building a box made of wood from a tree that I grewI m sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for youAnd I lay you to restI pour flowers on your cheston your chestAnd it s happened againPull a fast one on meAnd I ve got to be dumbIf it s always in funI m digging a hole with my hands six fee in the groundI m chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I foundMeet this friend indeedMay he rest in peace and get on withI m learning to live with the guilt of rememberingI m willing to try to forgive and forget this thingThat s gone on too longYou were rightI was wrongso wrongAnd it s happened againPull a fast one on meAnd I ve got to be dumbIf it s always in funBut enough s enoughHold my breath while I passWhile I pass you byAnd it s happened againPull a fast one on meYou can undo what you ve doneAnd it s always in funIf it happens againPull a fast one on meThen I ve got to be dumbAnd in more ways in oneAnd it s always in funAnd in more ways in one(repeat to fade) |
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