One day, everything will be beautiful.
And we won't have to wait.
Small fingers pressing down
On each broken piano key.
And you can't hear the music.
One day, our love will fall away.
Hollow vessels of broken melodies.
And we won't have to wait.
Small fingers pressing down
On each broken piano key.
And you can't hear the music.
One day, our love will fall away.
Hollow vessels of broken melodies.
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