Someday I'll toss all your presents
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And bury the letters left unsent
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'Cause it's bad to do what's easy
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Just 'cause it's easy
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And I wanna do what pleases me but I can't
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The road, she'd roll round the side of the mountain
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With nowhere to go
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But the heart, we know
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When it's needin', it's careenin' toward bein' alone
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Someday I'll find the mind to mend it
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And make dry these eyes I've gotten wet
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'Cause it's bad to do what's easy just 'cause it's easy
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I wanna do what pleases me but I can't
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The crow, he'd mow half the grass on the knoll
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With nowhere to go
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But the heart, we know
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When it's lovin', it's leanin' toward bein' alone
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The oats we sow
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They could seed on forever with nowhere to grow
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But the heart, we know
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When it's askin' its exact twin, it will not be alone
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Oats We Sow
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| Gregory And The Hawk |
