"Toolbox" - Back to the Library
Come back, I'll pull out my toolbox, then we can stare at the sky-lit moon.
And if you come back, I'll take out my toolbox, and we can dream about what they've all done.
And if you want this, then we'll leave it at home, and let the grass take it away.
'Cause when the shifts are shifted, and night becomes her day, Then there won't be any tools left, anyway.
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