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I wrote a letter to the lord, Begging him to send the chords That would make you stay by my side He sent an A minor groove, Just as you like it, something smooth That doesn't hurt at all Here comes the major in all its glory Forgive the failure says i'm sorry I asked if he could send the lines But he said no, I didn't ask why I took apen and laid it down I wrote a love song, make it yours Take all the pieces, there's nothing wrong It's no poetry, no symphony But these are my words, These are my lines, this is my prayer Cause every inch of my skin Still holds the perfume of my sin I tried to take it off so many times I know this is my very last chance No mercy, no kindness, no defense I hope it comes naturally Here comes the major in all its glory Forgive the failure says i'm sorry SongtexteI asked if he could send the lines But he said no, I didn't ask why I took apen and laid it down (Merci à Lison pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania