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My soldier and other things that went away in time, on a Sunday afternoonit didn't mean that much to him, I had just turned sixteen, moved up to the cityyou had just turned nineteen, sent away to fightso who's the big hard man now? So beautifully brokenIt takes a bit of time to reflect so honestlyI don't know why I wonder if you're doing okayit's not as if I need you and it's not as if you're lostit's not like I'm some loser clinging to some lettersTrying to understand how to feel so many wordsSee, I'm doing good, I'm delicately brokenMy soldier and other thingsMy soldier and other thingsMy soldier and other thingsthat went away in time From Letras Mania