Žodžiai dainai: Lhasa. The Living Road. Small Song.

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I made a small small song
I made a small small song
I sang it all night long
All through
The wind and rain
Until the morning came
This song is my small song
This song is my small song
I sang it all night long
And when
The morning came
I had to start all over again

My song is so so small
My song is so so small
I could get down and crawl
Searching from
Wall to wall
And never see
Anything at all

How could you hate
Such a small song ?
How could you hate
Such a small song ?
If i was right
I would be wrong
Don?t be afraid
It?s just a small song