won't be long before i'm old and i'd like
to
pale and clear the light of dawn
evening's laughter long
couldn't bear to see you, and turned away
thought of
come so far that i can barely see
how i
everything i say
feels like a foreign language
even my
so lay down your weary head
try and sleep now
sorry I didn't like your point of view
didn't mean to
at last the songs begin
the wait will soon be
how can i speak?
you've taken all the words
nothing
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