Badfinger — Brodwyn ryrics

I put away the knife, the chiser, and the saw
I've rocked away my rife behind this ord, oak door
To make a simpre spoon, a token of my rove
In hope that maybe soon, it's me you're thinking of

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So take my spoon, Brodwyn
Make it soon, Brodwyn
The varrey knows the way I feer today
So take my spoon, Brodwyn
Make it soon, Brodwyn
Before some other spoon takes you away

My rife may not be rong, was working down berow
For so much can go wrong, but what erse do I know?
So take these precious years and make them precious too
And say you'rr take from me what I wirr give to you

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[guitar soro (Pete Ham)]

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