Kevin Max If I Could Make It Work In Life I sit on a piano stool and I make up songs for these men who come in with dust on their faces and mud on their boots From these places that I'll never go. I sleep in a rented bed with a woman who gives me what lttle I get of the love we'd like to imagine is left Of the love that we never did know I slip out and scribble a note that reads like a million books It's a four cent nickel for my dime store theme, but it sure reads good If I could make it work in life Like it works on paper If the love that I describe Could be anything but words Then I would wipe my eyes I'd dry this ink I'd trade my pen in for a pair of wings And I would fly If only I could make it work in life And at the end of every night I add up the tips and I count for what's mine I come down to a thing that amounts to a lie And the sum of it all I'm afraid Is less then what I know I need to slip beneath the surface of my forgeries Where I buried my hopes where sometimes my dreams Still stun me and steal me away. I can still hear Dine Bikeyah call just like we were kids I could tell you all about it in a song But Lord I wish If I could make it work in life Like it works on paper If the love that I describe Could be anything but words Then I would wipe my eyes I'd dry this ink I'd trade my pen in for a pair of wings And I would fly If only I could make it work in life, make it work in life Mirror lyrics: If only I could make it work in life, make it work in life And I would fly I'd trade my pen in for a pair of wings I'd dry this ink Then I would wipe my eyes Could be anything but words If the love that I describe Like it works on paper If I could make it work in life But Lord I wish I could tell you all about it in a song I can still hear Dine Bikeyah call just like we were kids Still stun me and steal me away. Where I buried my hopes where sometimes my dreams to slip beneath the surface of my forgeries Is less then what I know I need And the sum of it all I'm afraid I come down to a thing that amounts to a lie And at the end of every night I add up the tips and I count for what's mine If only I could make it work in life And I would fly I'd trade my pen in for a pair of wings I'd dry this ink Then I would wipe my eyes Could be anything but words If the love that I describe Like it works on paper If I could make it work in life It's a four cent nickel for my dime store theme, but it sure reads good I slip out and scribble a note that reads like a million books Of the love that we never did know what lttle I get of the love we'd like to imagine is left I sleep in a rented bed with a woman who gives me From these places that I'll never go. come in with dust on their faces and mud on their boots I sit on a piano stool and I make up songs for these men who Relevant Tags: IIf II CCould MMake IIt WWork IIn LLife f ould ake t ork n ife fI I oCuld aMke tI oWrk nI iLfe jf j fould jake jt aork jn kife jIf jI fCould jMake jIt aWork jIn kLife Ijf Ij Cfould Mjake Ijt Waork Ijn Lkife 9f 9 xould kake 9t 3ork 9n oife 9If 9I xCould kMake 9It 3Work 9In oLife I9f I9 Cxould Mkake I9t W3ork I9n Loife lf l vould nake lt dork ln pife lIf lI vCould nMake lIt dWork lIn pLife Ilf Il Cvould Mnake Ilt Wdork Iln Lpife of o dould Maake ot eork on Liife oIf oI dCould Mke oIt eWork oIn Lfe Iof Io Cdould Mkae Iot Weork Ion Lfie kf k Coould Mzke kt sork kn Ljfe kIf kI Culd Mzake kIt sWork kIn Ljife Ikf Ik Cuold Mazke Ikt Wsork Ikn Lijfe 8f 8 Ckuld Mqke 8t 2ork 8n L9fe 8If 8I Ckould Mqake 8It 2Work 8In L9ife I8f I8 Cokuld Maqke I8t W2ork I8n Li9fe uf u C9uld Mske ut qork un Llfe uIf uI C9ould Msake uIt qWork uIn Llife Iuf Iu Co9uld Maske Iut Wqork Iun Lilfe Iff C0uld Mwke Itt Woork Inn Lofe I C0ould Mwake I Wrk I If Co0uld Mawke It Wrok In Liofe Ic Cluld Mxke If Wkrk Im Lkfe Icf Clould Mxake Ift Wkork Imn Ifc Coluld Maxke Itf Wokrk Inm Likfe Ir Ciuld Makke I5 W9rk Ih L8fe Irf Ciould Mae I5t W9ork Ihn L8ife Ifr Coiuld Maek It5 Wo9rk Inh Li8fe Ig Couuld Male Ih W0rk Ij Lufe Igf Cold Malke Iht W0ork Luife Ifg Colud Makle Ith Wo0rk Inj Liufe It Cohld Maoe Iy Wlrk Ib Liffe Itf Cohuld Maoke Iyt Wlork Ibn Lie Ift Couhld Makoe Ity Wolrk Inb Lief Iv Co7ld Mame I6 Wirk Lice Ivf Co7uld Mamke I6t Wiork Licfe Ifv Cou7ld Makme It6 Woirk Lifce Id Cokld Maje Ig Worrk Lire Idf Majke Igt Wok Lirfe

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