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Sometimes I think I cant write a happy song

I keep all my focus on everything that’s going wrong

But don’t think that means I don’t love you dear

I’ve got nothing to complain about, so I just don’t write it here

 

We spend our time racing kites against the skies

We run around in circles, laugh until it makes us cry, and

You turn the gears of this well-oiled machine

And I sing my pretty songs and play these brand new strings

 

There’ll be times when you keep me up at night

Wondering what comes of this, and if we’ll turn out alright

But then you pull me under, with the sheets over our heads

And you kiss me like you know we’re right, like we should never leave this bed

 

We spend our time racing kites against the skies

We run around in circles, laugh until it makes us cry, and

You turn the gears of this well-oiled machine

And I sing my pretty songs and play these brand new strings