Paroles de One More Ring
My room is a museumA lifetime of my work
I am the last Mohican
I stand proud although I’m hurt
Keep a cup of secrets
From which I never drink
I am an ancient king
Who sits proud but never thinks
So if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things
I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I’ve cut all my strings
And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat
I’m moving back to Carolina where I’ll live out on the coast
I have a box of trinkets
I count them one by one
Each one is a keepsake
From a war that I have won
I have a daily schedule
Comfortable routine
Watch months roll by with pleasure
like girls walking down the street
But if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things
I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I’ve cut all my strings
And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat If I can’t have you I don’t care about the rest
So if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things
I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I’ve cut all my strings
And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat
I’m moving back to Carolina where I’ll live out on the coast
And if I find one more strand of black hair under my night stand..
Who sits proud but never thinks
So if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things
I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I’ve cut all my strings
And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat
I’m moving back to Carolina where I’ll live out on the coast
I have a box of trinkets
I count them one by one
Each one is a keepsake
From a war that I have won
I have a daily schedule
Comfortable routine
Watch months roll by with pleasure
like girls walking down the street
But if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things
I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I’ve cut all my strings
And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat If I can’t have you I don’t care about the rest
So if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things
I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I’ve cut all my strings
And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat
I’m moving back to Carolina where I’ll live out on the coast
And if I find one more strand of black hair under my night stand..
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