(or songwriting is a funny sort of hobby) Gonna find your rainbow Gonna wait until the sun goes down Gonna meet you in the dark and I'll give you misery You'll hold out your riches Like pennies for a dying man and you will see what it was you did to me For dead men tell stories while they wait for the end of time Take a chair and I'll tell you some of mine And yes they'll be laughter And some stories that are true But mostly I'll be singing about you |
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