
Mushaboom
Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been
born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and
buttercups
But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor
living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match
up with my pay
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire
as we grow old
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from
a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how
the future's done
How many acres how much light
Tucked in the
woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little
road barely on the map
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching
the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road
Rambling rose
Watching
the fire as we grow well
I'm sold
Feist Foda...
Clichê, mas é o que eu quero com esse aqui ^^
My one and only :)
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