Ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child
Softly stolen under our blanked skies
And rescue me from me and all that I believe
I won't deny the pain, I won't deny the change
And should I fall from grace here with you
Will you leave me, too?
Carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree
And hold me for goodbyes and whispered lullabyes
And tell
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