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[sogranola]

In a dream that i cant seem to shake she is, she is standing alone by the fence.
i see tears in her eyes why she crys i just
Dont know what a mess that i make of my days then theres you,
you're a mess to be made, a mess to be made and the dream
Starts to fade away so you're leaving for months at a time,
i help you out the door but once you're gone i just stare out the
Window please, could you please come back home?

what a mess that i make of my days trying to save myself, save myself then
Theres you, youre a mess to be made a canvas only paint
could change and a voice on the other end of the phone, says why
Dont you write a song about it?
well here goes,

i was raised on something that youll never know
i'd hate this place if it werent for the fact that you love it
where they measure a man on the money he spends well my love
Is not a bank statement
what a mess that i make of my days trying to save myself, save myself then theres you, youre a mess
To be made, a mess to be made, a mess to be made
and the dream starts to fade away