Wood Cabin Songtext
A redwood tree, the radio
They moved them down the hall
A beauty queen from Idaho
Was broken in the fall
Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
They moved them down the hall
A beauty queen from Idaho
Was broken in the fall
Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
'Cause nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all
In twenty years this place will be
Just like L.A. today
Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
'Cause nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all
If you hide away from it all
In twenty years this place will be
Just like L.A. today
Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
'Cause nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all
STANLEY, BOB/WIGGS, PETER STEWART/CRACKNELL, SARAH JANE
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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