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Something From Sugar
There I sat
No idea and no plan
In the middle of my house
In the middle of my night < br/>On the floor with my guitar
I was waiting
For the song you hear now
That didn't exist then
I played every note
Thought up it word for word
But there is still something wrong
And I don't know what it is
But it must be something made of sugar
Something that doesn't actually fit
In a song today
But it must be something made of sugar
There I was again
For the first time I know
Right under my roof
Right under my moon
On the floor with my guitar
I sat in the front
With the song I wrote then
That came out of nowhere
Just gave itself to me
/>But some of it was left behind
Because there is still something wrong
And I don't know what it is
But it must be something made of sugar
Something that isn't actually fits
In today's song
But it must be something made of sugar