Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost? Ill show you mine if you show me yours first Lets compare scars, Ill tell you whose is worse Lets unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words We live on front porches and swing life away, We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor Ill slave till the end, I wont cross these streets until you hold my hand Ive been here so long, I think that its time to move The winters so cold, summers over too soon Lets pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow Ive got some friends, some that I hardly know But weve had some times, I wouldnt trade for the world We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go.....................
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 18:28:05 +0000
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