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Old lover, you miss me Over the ocean, I hope this finds you well Warm sun on my back The earth on its axis The violence when we met We're good people but why don't we show it? Dead birds on the stairwell Some ugly morning Fell from their nests No, don't tell yr parents when we start sharing each other's beds We're good people but why don't we show it? I want to raise dogs; dogs and money Stop threatening to leave town and I'll stop running From Letras Mania