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• Artiste: Cursive
• Titre: Driftwood: A Fairy Tale
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So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross his arms and hope to die. ANd then a fairy came one night to bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled some strings and spun him about. That boy sprang up and began to shout, "My arms, my legs, my heart, my face they're alive!" And she would cry, "Liar, liar! What have I done? You're no lover, and I'm no fighter." (The story goes on) So he would buy her things and kiss her hair to show he was for real. And she would take those gifts and kisses though just stringing him along. She knew about those wooden boys- it's an empty love to fill the void. "Pinocchio! Oh boy, how your nose has grown!" So he would cry, "Liar, liar! I'll prove it to you!" But then it grew He had grown tired of her So it was true He left her apartment And he walked all night long 'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean. But still he walked on, amongst the whales and the waves, and screamed "Liar, liar!" And his wooden body floated away. He just drifed away. And now I wonder how i was made... my arms, my legs, my heart, my face, my name is Driftwood