Someday I'll toss all your presents And bury the letters left unsent 'Cos it's bad to do what's easy And I wanna do what pleases me but I can't
The road, she'd roll round the side of the mountain When it's lovin', it's leanin' toward bein' alone
Someday I'll find the mind to mend it And make dry these eyes I've gotten wet 'Cos it's bad to do what's easy just 'cos it's easy And I wanna do what pleases me but I can't
The crow, he'd mow half the grass on the knoll When it's needin', it's careenin' toward bein' alone
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