Think about the stories we could have told
Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you're true
Here I go again
Kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you're true
Here I go again
the blame, the guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
One day baby we'll be old, oh baby we'll be old an think of all the stories we could have told
The founding fathers of our plane
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
One day baby we'll be old, oh baby we'll be old an think of all the stories we could have told
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