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i wanted to make something sweet |
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the blood inside a maple tree |
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the sunlight trapped inside the wood |
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make something good |
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i wanted to make something strong |
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an organ pipe in a cathedral |
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that stays in tune through a thousand blooms |
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make something good |
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it's a gonna take a long, long time |
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but we're gonna make something so fine |
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i wanted to make something pure |
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an emerald field from steer manure |
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a wild-eyed child in a moonlit room |
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make something good |
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i wanted to make something built to last |
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a bottled ship with a golden mast |
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and through the squall the course stays true |
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make something good |
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make something good |
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it's gonna take a long, long time |
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but we're gonna make something so fine |
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it's gonna take a long, long time |
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but we're gonna make something so fine |
