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Wooden Frame
There's a hole in the clouds Pretty close to where my fingers use to reach But now they stake land in pockets Walking down the muddy, tire paved streets
And it takes a little touch And it takes a little brush To paint
I pass by neighbors on their farms This town has little plans where I don't belong Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And now I'm walking between the tallest trees you've ever seen As they line up and fall right off the page
And it takes a little color And some time to dry on canvas And it takes a 20x16 wooden frame To make his journey away seem sincere
Away from here
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