It's funny when I called You were at the angels fall You said I play my guitar As if it had cotton strings Cotton wings Cotton hymns You cannot win With cotton dreams But I count my ways I count my days I write as lace There're holes in my poetry I sing it loud I play with doubt Oh, well I still count your ways of loving me And I find hard to confess I'm oblivion first lady And I play my heart on that cotton string I keep it hid Just like you did I had to lead my mind that way 'Cause I count my ways I count my days I write as lace There're holes in my poetry But you've taken my heart away And it's a lonely tune six cotton strings Will play.
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