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(Music: P. Craddick. Lyrics: P. Craddick & D. Ott) |
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I think I bit my tongue today |
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No sign of blood |
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But this taste won't go away |
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Even if awound does heal |
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Its scar might never fade |
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unwelcome words can pierce |
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and drain the soul |
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like aphids on the blossoms leave a hole |
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Sometimes the heart and mind won't work together |
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And one gets left behind |
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While the other pulls ahead |
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Naive of where it treads |
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The residue of harmful words outlasts a seeming pardon |
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Little can undo the work of aphids in the garden |
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I can't believe that I hurt You with the words I've said |
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I can't conceive how I fooled my heart and lost my head |
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But as I watched with wonder as your jaw seem to hit the ground |
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I realized that I stuck my foot right in my mouth |
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And what a big foot it is ... |
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I wish that I could turn back time |
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Alter memory or pay some kind of fine |
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Anything to make amends |
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Fix this break to where it bends |
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The residue of harmful words outlasts a seeming pardon |
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Little can undo the work of aphids in the garden |
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I can't believe that I hurt You with the words I've said |
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I can't conceive how I fooled my heart and lost my head |
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But as I watched with wonder as your jaw seem to hit the ground |
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I realized that I stuck my foot right in my mouth |
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These words are fugitives |
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Too harsh or too honest |
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A little pain will gain |
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If I bite my tongue for your sake |
