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But I Digress

from "But I Digress" by The Flying Turbans

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And if I may count the rays of the days
And if I can find the rose in the hay

There’s no time and there's no place
She says love ain’t no kind of escape

And you spell love just like hate
And you fly doves on the dock of the bay

And all the words on the tip of your tongue
Are not present in any of your songs

And if these men all spoke the truth
Now there’s no time to find the roots

The ones that lead to flowers in May
The ones that thrive on sunshine and rain

And if I may count the rays of the days
And if I can find the rose in the hay

There’s no time and there's no place
She says love ain’t no kind of escape

And you spell love, and you spell hate

And all the words on the tip of your tongue
Are not present in any of your songs

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from "But I Digress", released October 5, 2017

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