Things are here, and you're over there
and in between: land, sea, everything
I hope you're warm, and i hope you think of me,
and the way things used to be.
Yesterday, a telegram said that you had died,
but i knew and i know that it was a lie.
I tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
I mean our room. I went back to our room and cried
retreat, and come back home.
and in between: land, sea, everything
I hope you're warm, and i hope you think of me,
and the way things used to be.
Yesterday, a telegram said that you had died,
but i knew and i know that it was a lie.
I tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
I mean our room. I went back to our room and cried
retreat, and come back home.
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