Nic Courto Music

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You left a note

stuck to my door.

The door's ajar

the car is gone. 

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You would dig a hole to drop us both in,

shovel dirt on our lives.

Toss away and forget all this magic

just 'cause the magic has died. 

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Give me wire, string and cotton.

I could put us back together if you let me. 

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I'd preserve the beauty that is left here,

what stories our lives can tell. 

Wash away the rot that we've been feeling. 

Cure 'til we no longer smell. 

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Give me wire, string and cotton. 

I could put us back together if you let me. 

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And when I'm done maybe you'll see

that just because a thing is dead it doesn't mean

it can't be beautiful.

But you just think it's stuffed. 

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Give me wire, string and cotton. 

I could put us back together if you let me. 

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