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Postcard Made of Pain (Lyric) by PsydewaysTears
The conglomerate magpie swims beneath my tires.
I think she's crying
ugly yellow teardrops.
I write of her worries
I write of her woes
and I'm sending them to Heaven
on a postcard made of pain.
But the angels never came,
only dewdrops
only rain.
And I'm sorry little magpie,
for your troubles
for your strain.
I'm sorry little magpie
for the things
that never change.
The pin-wheel-painted clover spins in the breeze.
I think he's crying
green, green four leaf dreams.
So I write of his worries
I write of his woes
and I'm sending them to Heaven
on a postcard made of pain.
But the angels never came,
only dewdrops
only rain.
And I'm sorry little clover,
for your troubles
for your strain.
I'm so sorry little clover
for the things
that never change.
The baby spring-storm puddle reflects a gloomy sky.
But it's not crying...
I am.
And I'm writing of my worries
and I'm writing of my woes
and I'm sending them to Heaven
on a postcard made of pain.
But the angels never came,
only dewdrops
only rain.
And I'll be sorry when it's over,
when that sullen shadow shows
how my skin has scarred the stories
of my worries...
of my woes.
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Overall Rank: 11556
Posted: July 14, 2007 10:59 PM PDT; Last modified: July 14, 2007 10:59 PM PDT
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