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| ...you're all smoothed out - except one thing | |
Chip in the bar your fingers trace I see your hands - not your face I can feel a hint of grain Between the shadows and the skin Follow the grain, follow the grain Follow the grain The stain is stained it hides the grain You're all smoothed out - except one thing Little gash in your veneer Shows me some things you hold dear Follow the grain, follow the grain Follow the grain, follow the grain Follow the grain You're made of wood beneath the skin Someones chipped your porcelain Circle the wagons, circle the wagons - I like the wood more than the skin Like the wood more than the skin Circle the wagons, circle the wagons Circle the wagons.... Deep stain seeps below the skin Deeper than anywhere - you've been.... I think I can feel down to the grain Its a direction - I've been in.... I can't mistake mahogany 'Cause it feels like my guitar Follow the grain, follow the grain Follow the grain, follow the grain Follow the grain, follow the grain Follow the grain.... | |
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