Do you remember
When time wasn?t an issue at all
It was
Isn't it hard to pretend that there's no feeling
When you're
Commodore, commodore, commodore
Well, save yourself, the cellars cold but dry
Co
I hope you find what you're lookin for when it
The TV?s blaring, the radio is turned up loud
Maybe then
All the leaves turn green in the summer
All the roses
Apologies never sounded insincere than when calling up a mother
Her
I dream of dusty roads
Paved with gold that lead me
Come on love, come on drugs
I need the help, pick
So you say you want a love song
One to move
Well I broke, I wrote a song
About our love and
I will miss the sunshine.
I will miss the moon.
I
Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink
Let 'em
I guess that’s it, giving up, giving in
I seem to
Our seperation seems forever; I’ll do it if it’s what
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