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Don't write me no more letters
My mailbox is full of bombs
Between you and the crooks on my block
I don't remember the good times
I wasn't there when you were kind
And my wife had some dogs in our yard
And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty gun
We were strangers many hours
And I missed you for so long
When we were lions, lovers in combat
Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned
But I am older now
And we did it when we were young
I am older now
And we did it when we were young
There are no reasons to believe
I buried my faith in another plot
Where your heart and your claws
Will not find
I don't feel you or recall
I'll put your bones out in the yard
For someone else to be caught and caught by
And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty gun
We were strangers many hours
And I missed you for so long
When we were lions, lovers in combat
Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned
But I am older now
And we did it when we were young
I am older now
And we did it when we were young
HATA BİLDİR
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