Damien Rice - Wooden Horse

Don't Ask Me What I Think Of You
I Spill My Mind
Don't Try And Ask Me What I Am
I Am Mine
So Don't Ask Me What I Think Of You
'til I Change My Mind
You Don't Understand A Thing I Do
That Brings Stain To My Eye
I Keep Sticking My Finger In
I Keep Stamping It Down

'cause You Build A Thousand Walls
All You Need Is Nine
Your Rode Her Like A Wooden Horse
A Hundred, A Hundred Times

So Don't Ask Me What I Think Of You
'cause I'm Not Your Kind
Write Down All Those Little Things I Do Wrong
That Brings A Stain To My Eye
I Keep Sticking My Finger In
I Keep Stamping It Down

'cause You Build A Thousand Walls
All You Need Is Nine
Your Rode Her Like A Wooden Horse
A Hundred, A Hundred, A Hundred Times
You're Not Listening
I'm Talking
If You Don't Wanna Be Here
Start Walking
I'd Eat Your Head
If I'm Hungry
I'm Hungry
I Am...

'cause You Build A Thousand Walls
All You Need Is Nine
Your Rode Her Like A Wooden Horse
A Thousand, And A Hundred, And A Hundred...
'cause You Build A Thousand Walls
All You Need Is Nine
Your Rode Her Like A Wooden Horse
A Hundred, A Hundred, A Hundred Times
You Build A Thousand Walls
All You Need Is, All You Need Is
Your Rode Her Like A Wooden Horse
A Hundred, A Hundred Times

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