We were sharing so many words and feelings Age is heavier, it seems, than years alone But, I told you things I wouldn't dream of telling anyone Are we drifting out, like flowers from a forgotten someone
Don't go away I can't feel the same without you
We were making so many plans and secrets We would both be millionaires or kings or presidents But like everything those little dreams Just kind of came and went Hard now just to make end meet How soon we al forget
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