I Made This for You
Oh sweet little boy lovely wife
Fell a dumb's chicken heard the night
Oh parents who bring out the sticks
Neighbours blessing that faithful night
And anyone trying to hear
Through the den of a boar and sheer
And everyone's singing la-la-la
Fingers stuck in whats left of your ears
For not giving as good as you get
They get some c-c-come of it yet
Though you may not be holding your bed
As God is my witness
I made this for you
I made this for you
I made this for you
Fall shine through the
Mellow tone in the night
Timeless smiling through the
Dead of mauling with the
A piece of construction paper covered in
Pasting glitter stuck to it
You stay home as you wait for the part
That's the finish dissecting of faith
For one of for him and which good heart
Of sinners like us know what's better than pain
God help us
God down this
As we leave the front pages in bed
With the war raging on in our heads
I could write a swath a few melody of
Cause it's something that I just read
But I don't wanna fight fire with fire
And I don't want to preach for the choir
Giving just as much hell as I get
To people that probably like if I melt
So whether these days leave you laughing or crying
If your doing you best to be kind
This land is as much yours as mine
As God is my witness
I made this for you
I made this for you
I made this for you
Fell a dumb's chicken heard the night
Oh parents who bring out the sticks
Neighbours blessing that faithful night
And anyone trying to hear
Through the den of a boar and sheer
And everyone's singing la-la-la
Fingers stuck in whats left of your ears
For not giving as good as you get
They get some c-c-come of it yet
Though you may not be holding your bed
As God is my witness
I made this for you
I made this for you
I made this for you
Fall shine through the
Mellow tone in the night
Timeless smiling through the
Dead of mauling with the
A piece of construction paper covered in
Pasting glitter stuck to it
You stay home as you wait for the part
That's the finish dissecting of faith
For one of for him and which good heart
Of sinners like us know what's better than pain
God help us
God down this
As we leave the front pages in bed
With the war raging on in our heads
I could write a swath a few melody of
Cause it's something that I just read
But I don't wanna fight fire with fire
And I don't want to preach for the choir
Giving just as much hell as I get
To people that probably like if I melt
So whether these days leave you laughing or crying
If your doing you best to be kind
This land is as much yours as mine
As God is my witness
I made this for you
I made this for you
I made this for you
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Wayland Bartlett, Christopher Scott Thile
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