I’ll sing you a drunken lullaby
With whiskey on my breath
But the hardest part through it all
Is holding on to what we have
And to what we leave behind
Though the pain leaves scars
I still feel you here when I count the stars
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
I’ll sing you a drunken lullaby
With whiskey on my breath
But the hardest part through it all
Is holding on to what we have
And to what we leave behind
Though the pain leaves scars
I still feel you here when I count the stars
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