My letters sit on your window-sill
Yellowed by the sun
Written that time our love was in its prime
They just ran off my pen, my pen is broken now
Couldn't eat a thing, couldn't sit next to you
For all this sorrow the joy brings
It only shows me the truth, changing
So I fretted at you, to swallow the pill
That's getting bitterer every day
All that joy couldn't help the boys
But we look so [Incomprehensible]
Just like burnin
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