When I was younger;I saw my daddy cry,and curse at the wind,He broke his own heart;And I watched as he tried to reassemble it... And my momma swore that, she would never let herself forget And that was the day, I promised I'd never sing of love
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When I was younger;I saw my daddy cry,and curse at the wind,He broke his own heart;And I watched as he tried to reassemble it... And my momma swore that, she would never let herself forget And that was the day, I promised I'd never sing of love If it does not exist... Maybe I know, somewhere,deep in my soul that love never lasts, and we've got to find other ways;To make it alone or keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this... Keeping a comfortable, distance and up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness...