Somewhere lies a card to send
Under Michael's garden
Faded greetings from the pier
We were never there
Old air
We don't always have tomorrow
As late comes too early
Lead a way that I can follow
You've flown away from me
In ruins where houses used to stand
Lives a future friend
Keep the troubles that I like
Lit by Northern light
Old sky
We don't always have tomorrow
As late comes too early
Lead a way that I can follow
You've flown away from me
We don't always have tomorrow
As strangers of our street
Lead a way that I can follow
We stay although we leave
You've flown away from me
You are

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