Lyrics
Music Box
Forlorn lyrics
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A simple music box Cranked by a gnarled hand Spitting out tunes of hope Dancing to the beat A Cadence of security While the other hand holds a rope. Monkey see Monkey do Monkey me Monkey you A collar attached to a rope A leash that brings a smile The twisted hand makes another round This string to hold to A grip to reality The opposite hand beats to the ground Music box Tinkering out dreams Cranked by the old man Laughing as the monkey screams... Return to Forlorn lyrics |
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