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I can't write another song about you 
Another story of love gone wrong 
No, I can't write 

I'd rather die than write another verse concerning
and I've gone away
From now on I'll make it very clear

'Cause' I don't want to write
Another love song of the year
It's a lonely song and not too clear
useless
Let the butterflies just flutter by
But your hold on me, it's worthless
Never thought that I'd

Never thought I'd write another love song
swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write
About a Galway girl and a perfect night

She played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love
day.
Go upstairs, take off your makeup 
Fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, I'll sit and write this love song 
As I all too seldom do 
Build a little
useless
Let the butterflies just flutter by
But your hold on me, it's worthless
Never thought that I'd

Never thought I'd write another love song
up, stage goes down
Buses roll through another town and
Words to write and gigs to play and
You'll always, be a song away
Your bass is there where you
And the rich keep on dinin'
And, oh, how I love the highway sun

And out to the back
The poet writes his songs in blood

Where the coyotes are callin'
And the rich keep on dinin'
And, oh, how I love the highway sun

And out to the back
The poet writes his songs in blood

Where the coyotes are callin'
kind of art it's been for me
Oh a teacher or prophet by pen
Girl but wait, don't get me wrong, I love a good good love song
One that gets me real good,
The first thought through my sleepy head
When I fell outta my bed is I hope the sky is gray
I'm gonna write a sad song today
So I make up my mind,
us

I never thought that I could feel this way 
About another human being
I know I said I'd never write a song like this
But something deep inside
found a name I moved onto another game
Called write a song toes and spines god damn
Now I can't think of any story lines
But you know I'd love to try
I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long-haired band
Today I am your champion
I may have won your
write another ballad
Mix it on a Wednesday
Sell it on a Thursday
Buy a yacht by Sunday
It's a love song
A love song
Do another interview
Sing
I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long haired band
Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
some green
Wrote a big hit, a number one song
But by then, my girl was long gone

So your girlfriend is a dancer, she makes love for money
Used
to my words
Somewhere when the band is gone
And the music of my song is just right for lovers

You're what I want more than anything else
I love you, yes
and another besides 
You always know whenever I want to make love 
And you always know all the changes I'm going through 
Just as if you can read my mind
I am the entertainer and I know just where I stand 
Another serenader and another longhaired band 
Today I am your champion, I may have won your
that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write
I tried to write an opera for us
But I didn't get that far
'Cause trying to sum you up in song
Is like catching sunlight in a jar

Complex,
only write by the moon
Every word handwritten
Every word handwritten

And with this pen, I thee wed
From my heart to your distress

Every word
Lying in my bed, I think of you
That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But
Lying in my bed, I think of you
That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But