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Gold Into Straw
Brendan Benson - Gold into straw
I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen
I'm turing straw into gold and then back again
When you used to be my friend
Before you turned your back on me in the end
I'm building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew
I'm sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you
And I lay you to rest
I pour flowers on your chest, on your chest
And it's happened again
Pull a fast one on me
And I've got to be dumb
If it's always in fun
I'm digging a hole with my hands six fee in the ground
I'm chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I found
Meet this friend indeed
May he rest in peace and get on with
I'm learning to live with the guilt of remembering
I'm willing to try to forgive and forget this thing
That's gone on too long
You were right, I was wrong, so wrong
And it's happened again
Pull a fast one on me
And I've got to be dumb
If it's always in fun
But enough's enough
Hold my breath while I pass
While I pass you by
And it's happened again
Pull a fast one on me
You can undo what you've done
And it's always in fun
If it happens again
Pull a fast one on me
Then I've got to be dumb
And in more ways in one
And it's always in fun
And in more ways in one
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And in more ways in one
And it's always in fun
And in more ways in one
Then I've got to be dumb
Pull a fast one on me
If it happens again
And it's always in fun
You can undo what you've done
Pull a fast one on me
And it's happened again
While I pass you by
Hold my breath while I pass
But enough's enough
If it's always in fun
And I've got to be dumb
Pull a fast one on me
And it's happened again
You were right, I was wrong, so wrong
That's gone on too long
I'm willing to try to forgive and forget this thing
I'm learning to live with the guilt of remembering
May he rest in peace and get on with
Meet this friend indeed
I'm chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I found
I'm digging a hole with my hands six fee in the ground
If it's always in fun
And I've got to be dumb
Pull a fast one on me
And it's happened again
I pour flowers on your chest, on your chest
And I lay you to rest
I'm sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you
I'm building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew
Before you turned your back on me in the end
When you used to be my friend
I'm turing straw into gold and then back again
I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen
Brendan Benson - Gold into straw
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| oGld nIto tSraw |
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| hGold jInto zStraw |
| Ghold Ijnto Sztraw |
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| Gyold I9nto Swtraw |
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| bGold lInto dStraw |
| Gbold Ilnto Sdtraw |
| vold onto etraw |
| vGold oInto eStraw |
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| tGold 8Into aStraw |
| Gtold I8nto Satraw |
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| Gld uInto Sraw |
| Glod Iunto Srtaw |
| Gkld Innto Sfraw |
| Gkold Ito Sftraw |
| Gokld Itno Stfraw |
| G9ld Imto S5raw |
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| Go9ld Inmto St5raw |
| G0ld Ihto Shraw |
| G0old Ihnto Shtraw |
| Go0ld Inhto Sthraw |
| Glld Ijto Syraw |
| Glold Sytraw |
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| Golld Injto Styraw |
| Gild Ibto S6raw |
| Giold Ibnto S6traw |
| Goild Inbto St6raw |
| Intto Sgraw |
| God Ino Sgtraw |
| Godl Inot Stgraw |
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| Infto Srtraw |
| Golkd Intfo Strraw |
| Good In5o |
| In5to Staw |
| Golod Int5o Starw |
| Gopd Inho Stdaw |
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| Gopld Stdraw |
| Golpd Intho Strdaw |
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