Hey Hey roman nose
Romantic as iron
Do you still hate yourself
There's a fire in your home
and the only thing you saved
was outside anyway
No more distractions
No more milk to lend
Is there a bird worth saving?
If they just fly further from you
And then I think about that war
And how I could've been there
Just like my father was (age 19)
But he got through and passed on love
But how is mine?
Not making time
No more destractions
Maybe an ear
Or maybe
one good year
one good year

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