Tiny Fiddles
I see you knocking at my door
I've seen this all before
Don't come here anymore
To leave it on the floor
I was so excited about
The great prospect of your life
Seems to me you like drag us on
On and on through the night
You won't exit my head
The things you always said
It's the world that you will wed
So to me, you are dead
Are you happy with your life now?
Surely not; you've dig your hole
Mistaken for the friends you have
You've sold your heart and your soul
Your poor soul
I see you knocking at my door
I've seen this all before
Don't come here anymore
To leave it on the floor
I was so excited about
The great prospect of your life
Seems to me you like drag us on
On and on through the night
You won't exit my head
The things you always said
It's the world that you will wed
So to me, you are dead
Are you happy with your life now?
Surely not; you've dig your hole
Mistaken for the friends you have
You've sold your heart and your soul
Your poor soul
I see you knocking at my door
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Writer(s): Landry Walther
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