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Don't write me no more letters My mailbox is full of bombs Between you and the crooks on my block I don't remember the good times I wasn't there when you were kind And my wife has some dogs in our yard And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty gun We were strangers many hours And I missed you for so long When we were liars, lovers in combat Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned But I am older now, and we did it when we were young I am older now, and we did it when we were young There are no reasons to believe I buried my faith in another plot With your heart and your clothes, when I find And I don't feel you or recall I put your bones out in the yard for someone else To be called and called by And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty gun We were strangers many hours And I missed you for so long When we were liars, lovers in combat Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned But I am older now, and we did it when we were young I am older now, and we did it when we were young I am older now, and we did it when we were young I am older now, and we did it when we were young |