Postcard Oh my love
Do you remember
That summer day
Aux Tuilieries
We watched the ducks
Then you said
Let's run away
Let's run away
So here I am
Somewhere North of L.A.
Feeding the ducks
And watching the people
Like a bad B-grade movie
But isn't this life?
Isn't this life?
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Oh my love
I wrote you a postcard
There wasn't much space
To put down my thoughts
To put down my dreams
So I drew a chair
And left it at that
Left it at that
So here I am
Somewhere North of L.A.
Feeding the ducks
And watching the people
Like a bad B-grade movie
But isn't this life?
Isn't this life? |
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