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Driftwood: A Fairy Tale

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What Are The Lyrics For Driftwood: A Fairy Tale By Cursive?
He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly he found
Himself approaching an enormous huge floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio looked closed and he Saw two huge rows of sharp yellow teeth and he realized His mistake. 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, spilled him about That boy jumped up and began to shout "My arms, my legs, my heart, my face They are 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 They take 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 Until he was stopped by the shore of the ocean But still he walked on Amongst the whales and waves And screamed, "Liar, liar!" And his wooden body floated away He just drifted away And now I wonder how I was made Now I wonder how I was made My arms, my legs, my heart, my face My name is Driftwood |
Who Wrote Driftwood: A Fairy Tale By Cursive?
Clint Frederick Schnase, Gretta Mindy Cohn, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Ted James Stevens, Tim Kasher
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