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You make me wanna
Buy a classic motorcycle
Quit my boring corporate job
And move to the Italian alps

You make me wanna stop
Pilling up wasted days
And start living
And I'll always love you for this - even if it's nothing but a dream.
Life broke
So many promises
That I meant to keep
Does that make me a bad person...?
Timing couldn't be any worse
We were living in a makeshift flat
While barely making ends meet
But we always wanted a baby
So we were thrilled anyway

Yet life had other plans
Of loss and unbearable pain
As it does over and over again
My wife got pregnant and ended up having a miscarriage late 2023. It's a little over a year now, but it hurts like it happened just yesterday.
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