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When I'm feeling down
I pick my music box
I don't do it for anyone
Just because I like it

Some write letters
Some go out to see the Moon
To forget, I choose
My music box

The wood is bitter
Of the palo santo
But it's like love
That doesn't smell but still perfumes

When I'm feeling down
I pick my music box
Because you come and go
I'll never finish it

I wait for you, my sadness smells like you
And it's tiny
I have green hands
This rainy night

When I'm feeling down
I pick my music box
I don't do it for anyone
Just because I like it