نخستین 22 خط.
Someone
Got themselves a letter
In the mail the other day
It's already worn and tattered
And I guess It gives away
All the things we keep inside
All the things that really matter
The face puts on it's best disguise
And all is well
Until the heart
Betrays
She knows
As she reads her letter
That things were bound to stray
Winds blows
he pulls her coat tighter
And the letter flies away
With all the things she keeps inside
All the things that really matter
The face puts on it's best disguise
And all is well
Until the heart
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