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1950
The train waits impatiently all I want is her company
The red sky
The postcard-shaped unreality
Lets say 1950 or whatever It may have been
The year I lost puberty
The year that nothing that nothing could part us
And the world turned around for me
And her eyes were younger then we'd ever been
The cuban marriage in secrecy
And the urge to fight their liberty
As she whispers
Nothing can take you away from me
And by the light of the moon
They sway throught hte room
And the years fell from her look
They know they are stranger
In a life that is filled with pain
But she feels him
Their souls are forever chained
And maybe when we're older
And stelled for less and got bolder
Maybe then we'll see
Maybe when we're older
And our dreams are lost way yonder
Maybe then we'll see
What it means to really be...
Lets say 1950
Was the year we believed
That stars weren't out of reach
Those days with my family
My only brother and me
And maybe when we're older
And settled for less and got bolder
Maybe then we'll see
Maybe when we're older
And the years are lost way yonder
Maybe then we'll see
What it means to really be...
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What it means to really be...
Maybe then we'll see
And the years are lost way yonder
Maybe when we're older
Maybe then we'll see
And settled for less and got bolder
And maybe when we're older
My only brother and me
Those days with my family
That stars weren't out of reach
Was the year we believed
Lets say 1950
What it means to really be...
Maybe then we'll see
And our dreams are lost way yonder
Maybe when we're older
Maybe then we'll see
And stelled for less and got bolder
And maybe when we're older
Their souls are forever chained
But she feels him
In a life that is filled with pain
They know they are stranger
And the years fell from her look
They sway throught hte room
And by the light of the moon
Nothing can take you away from me
As she whispers
And the urge to fight their liberty
The cuban marriage in secrecy
And her eyes were younger then we'd ever been
And the world turned around for me
The year that nothing that nothing could part us
The year I lost puberty
Lets say 1950 or whatever It may have been
The postcard-shaped unreality
The red sky
The train waits impatiently all I want is her company
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