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the beaver
Somewhere inside of herethis damn water makes this dam near impossible to buildAnd I am tired of telling youthat I'm done with this,because every chance I getI'm right back in the forest,where I've slept with everybody here.Oh I sit near the desk,where I watch you undressyou are falling in love...In the mornng I'll be gonespending the morning hourswhere I'm in search of a forest floorwith smoother branches;so how'd I find this?"Beaver sir,I'm all alone,I see from your eyes,you're so cold."
From Letras Mania