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They come in the morning With their brilliant parades And in every small town Were losing our names To the march of new children In five star brigades With ten tiny fingers to tear at my veins My words are not urgent My melody plain And all my epiphanies still sound the same Its a song, its a story Of your life and mine As hard as we try The words are still intertwined Somewhere on a rooftop Two girls watch the sun Fall down beneath buildings The day come undone Without much warning They both disappear And the sound of pianos is all you can hear Youre out there somewhere Awaiting my call But we get weighed down By the noise of it all Then the heart is a big place To get lost inside But i hope that you dont think That I meant goodbye Its a song, its a story Of your life and mine And as hard as we try The words are still intertwined Its a love without pretense A card not yet sold But something about this just makes me feel old
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 05:33:38 +0000

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