But I'm about to hurt myself with a book
To keep your love away
But pages worn with all of my faults
The cover torn away


I gave my love to the buttercup
For any print or shift
And surround this pen and his dog
Aren't I a hypocrite
If after
Of winter bending
He shook his head subtly
No, I can read if the river is full
But I cannot descend you whole


But I'm about to hurt myself with a book
To keep your love away
When read m
I'll get to roll
I've got my younger days


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the Chronicles of Snarnia song meanings
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