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AmNo more tsars my heart is dry CI don't laugh and I don't cry GI don't think about you all the time FBut whene I do I wonder why AmYou have tu go out of m'y door CAnd leave just like you did before GI know I said that I was sure FBut rich men can't imagine poor
AmOne day baby we'll be old COh baby we'll be old GAnd think of all the stories FThat we couldn't told
AmLittle me and little you CKept doing all the think they do GThey never really think it through FLike I can never think you're True AmHere I go again the blame CThe guilt the pain the hurt the shame GThe founding fathers of our plane FThat stuck in heavy clouds of Rain
AmOne day baby we'll be old COh baby we'll be old GAnd think of all the stories FThat we couldn't told