Grand

grand

I want to be the man with brawn

Who stays all right when all goes wrong

It’s just the luck of the draw I guess

I really couldn’t tell you why

I want to keep the most control

And not allow you to take hold

It’s only shakes from the willow tree

I could get lost in your sky

But now there’s this and that and then

I cannot keep them in again

It’s just a cotton tulip show

To say I’m done’s a lie

I want to stay the one who's strong

The Iron Heart never melted down

Then my eyes began to flood

Right as your well ran dry

But now there’s who and with and when

And everlasting tales to spin

Grandest illusion of them all

And you really couldn’t tell me why

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