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These years have made me wonder
I have bad bad conscience I didn't fight
As I asked you to be my brother
You just turned that head of yours
She talks to you as if no years would have passed
She looks at you, and I wonder why you're mine
These years have made me wonder
I'll eat the good parts on your plate
You take up three quarters of the mattress as
Sunday's breaking through the clouds
She talks to you as if no years would have passed
She looks at you, and I wonder why you're mine
