Everyday you get one more yard
'Cause maybe Dorothy was right
You bilt a free-ticket highway
You let everybody drive it
All songwriters put in shinning lights
Silent thoughts and things we use to hide
We could meet after this maze is done
Don't look for me by the heavens door
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
Trying to see how the sausage's made
Writing cars and pools as "Macca" said
Lost in a keyboard, calling me weirdo
Chasing down a single, getting blind
We cook polaroids and paintings
This is not a happy ending
I bet that you can swing to my shalalalala
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
And then I die, line after line
And then I die, line after line
And then I die, line after line
And then I die
Marchesi - Three-Minute Stories Lyrics
Marchesi - Three-Minute Stories Lyrics
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Everyday you get one more yard
'Cause maybe Dorothy was right
You bilt a free-ticket highway
You let everybody drive it
All songwriters put in shinning lights
Silent thoughts and things we use to hide
We could meet after this maze is done
Don't look for me by the heavens door
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
Trying to see how the sausage's made
Writing cars and pools as "Macca" said
Lost in a keyboard, calling me weirdo
Chasing down a single, getting blind
We cook polaroids and paintings
This is not a happy ending
I bet that you can swing to my shalalalala
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
And then I die, line after line
And then I die, line after line
And then I die, line after line
And then I die
'Cause maybe Dorothy was right
You bilt a free-ticket highway
You let everybody drive it
All songwriters put in shinning lights
Silent thoughts and things we use to hide
We could meet after this maze is done
Don't look for me by the heavens door
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
Trying to see how the sausage's made
Writing cars and pools as "Macca" said
Lost in a keyboard, calling me weirdo
Chasing down a single, getting blind
We cook polaroids and paintings
This is not a happy ending
I bet that you can swing to my shalalalala
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
And then I die, line after line
And then I die, line after line
And then I die, line after line
And then I die
Writer: Roberto Marchesi
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