Lyrics:
things turned In a moment, I'd forgotten, I feel the trial, it's mine, I burn in this ire, All this pride, bid goodbye, Only matchwood, Still so
of its footings Dropped it and smashed it to matchwood, I swear But in the henhouse, it rolled up to the treetop The hen was still sitting, not
winds will blow through this heart And won't let me rest Matchwood bridges are doin' their best To keep us apart Love that was meant to be Love that was
to slur my words I start to speak in tongues And everybody gets it This guitar is matchwood I should burst in flames I lie upon a well-lit stage No shadow
high on the wall. Don't sleep, and you can permeate the sod with your rolling eye. Crush furniture to matchwood. Don't sleep, and you can call
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