Bicycle Sunday - The Greyhound Tragedy | Текст песни

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• Bicycle Sunday
• The Greyhound Tragedy

It was the summer before I went grey, but after you left
I should have packed my things and moved back home
instead of waiting for something we both knew would never happen:

For you to come back home
in every sense of the phrase
(a hope I'd hold for two more months)

So instead, we'll have the same argument
until we both declare,
\"When you get older, I hope you change for the better\"

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