We are getting old my love…
We are getting old.
And how come you are getting so soft after all? And why am i so stubborn and tough?

We are getting old my love, and i enjoy it. So much more than you…

And im laughing more, Im reading some these days, im watching the sun setting by a lake. I remember you sometimes and i do feel sorry. But its not important, it never was.

We are getting old under different moons , with different people and the damn phone still ringing…you are old my love, im gone a long way but it makes me laugh how predictably lonely you show yourself…
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