Paroles de Circa 1762
met her when I was a drum cadetSold her the strings off my second set
yes!
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
running back, running back, running running running back
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
running back, running back, running running running back
asshole
we never had it in our vows (?)
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
running back, running back, running running running back
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
running back, running back, running running running back
I was in a three piece band
but there were no strings
on the winds
and skins
torn flags
we don't
burned match
we light the burned match
we light the burned match
and stick a flag on it
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