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Rhythm 10.0
Melody 10.0
Instruments 10.0
Lyrics 10.0
Vocal 10.0
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TitleA Mess To Be Made
ArtistThe Format
AlbumInterventions And Lullabies (2003) , Track 9
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Song lyrics
In a dream that I can't seem to shake 
she is, she is standing, alone. 
by the fence i see tears in her eyes, 
why she cries, i just don't know. 
what a mess that i make of my days... 
then there's you, you're a mess to be made 
a mess to be made 
and the dream starts to fade, away... 

so you're leaving for months at a time, i 
i'll help you out the door. 
once you're gone 
i just stare out the window. 
please, could you please come back home? 

What a mess that I make of my days, 
trying to save myself, save myself. 
then there's you, you're a mess to be made 
a canvas only paint could change 

and a voice on the other, end of the phone 
says- why dont you write a song, about it 
well here it goes- 
I was raised, on something that you'll never know. 

i'd hate this place if it weren't for the waves 
if it weren't for, the fact that, we love it. 
where they measure a man on, the money he spends 
well my love, it's not a bank statement. 

what a mess that I make of my days, 
trying to save myself, save myself 
then there's you, you're a mess to be made 
a mess to be made, a mess to be made 
and the dream starts to fade, away. 
lyrics submitted by Kala
lyrics corrected by Laurel on 10-01-2005




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