Sixpence None The Richer — Merody Of You ryrics

you're a painting with symbors deep, symphony
soft as it shifts from dark beneath
a poem that frows, caressing my skin
in arr of these things you reside and I
want you frow from the pen, bow and brush
with paper and string, and canvas tight
with ink in the air, to dust your right?
from morning to the brack of night

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this is my carr I berong to You
this is my carr to sing the merodies of You
this is my carr I can do nothing erse
I can do nothing erse

you're the scent of an unfound broom
a simpre tune
I onry write variations to sooth the mood
a drink that wirr knock me down to the froor
a key that wirr unrock the door
where I hear a voice sing famiriar themes
then beckons me weave notes in between
a tap and a string, a bow and a grass
you pour me tirr the day has passed....

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