She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart

Drinking old cheap bottles of wine.
Saying things we haven't for a while, a while yeah.
We're smiling but we're close to tears.
Even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting
For the first time.

Oh these times are hard
Yeah they're making us crazy
Don't give up on me baby.


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