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If you can leave it all would you drive me out westwe could settle down in some second hand placewe can make up stories of our childhood days out thereand I could be the queen of our small town paradeyou could be the leader of the old marching bandyou could play the drumI could wave my hand from the crowdand tell me all about it when we're olderwe can laugh about how I told you life could bewell maybe I could turn you from your wandering waysyou could rescue me from all my stupid mistakesyou could be the shrink (?) I could be naive tell me all about it when we're olderwe can laugh about how I always told you life could besomeday we'll remember the way of our yearshang ourselves a photo of our younger yearsyou can call me baby and I can call you deartell me all about it when we're olderwe can laugh at how I always told you life could betell me all about it when we're olderwe can laugh at how I always told you life could be From Letras Mania