Folklore and Tall Tales Songtext
von W. C. Lindsay

I cannot believe myself
Look at what I did
I put you through hell
But I dread the day when you will
Walk away by yourself

Darling
I'm bored by the folklore and tall tales
And I'm balance by the words
But you would fall without the handrails
I wait tables in an Italian restaurant
To try and make an easy dime
I walk on the street like a police beat
To clear my mind
It gets blurry all the time


I said you don't know me like you used to
You used to
You don't know me like you say you do
And I don't know you like I used to
I used to
I don't know you anymore

'Cause I cannot believe myself
Look at what I did
I put you through hell
But I dread the day when you will
Walk away by yourself

We'll sing this song on the day that we die
And when that day comes
Please don't cry
When we die
We will know that we tried
Playing music for the people we like

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Look at what I did
I put you through hell
But I dread the day when you will
Walk away by yourself


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