| It’s an old ring, but it fits when just wrapped
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| It’s an old picture of us hanging in the hallway
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| We walk by it every night
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| House is gone, I need a new roof this summer
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| They closed down the drive in the street
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| The church bells still ring on the Sunday
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| But just getting hard every year
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| Sometimes it still gonna rain
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| God knows we’re still gonna fight
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| We’re broken in bashed up ways
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| It’s a crazy kind of world to survive
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| These days nothing’s made to last
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| World keeps changing its mind
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| But you and I, we’re getting better with time
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| My left hand still fits into your right hand
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| I memorized every line that’s on your face
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| And I may have been the cause of some of those scars
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| Is not many had a race
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| It’s a worn out shirt, but it’s my favorite
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| It still looks damn good on you
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| You whispered something in my ear last night
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| Some years we wouldn’t have thought to
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| Sometimes it still gonna rain
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| God knows we’re still gonna fight
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| We’re broken in bashed up ways
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| It’s a crazy kind of world to survive
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| These days nothing’s made to last
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| World keeps changing its mind
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| But you and I, we’re getting better with time |