And we laugh like soft, mad children
"You send a letter with photographs And I'll tuck them under my dreams And if we wake up old beyond our years Not quite as brave as we seem It's just the pain that never disappears "
"You send a letter with photographs
And I'll tuck them under my dreams
And if we wake up old beyond our years
Not quite as brave as we seem
It's just the pain that never disappears "
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