no more tears my heart is dry
i don’t laugh and i don’t cry
i don’t think about you all the time
but when i do, i wonder why
you had to go out of my door and leave just like you did before
i know i said that i was sure but rich men can’t imagine poor
one day baby we’ll be old, oh baby we’ll be old and think of all the stories that we could’ve told
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