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ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child

softly stolen under our blanket skies

and rescue me from me

and all that i believe



i won't deny the pain

i won't deny the change

and should i fall from grace

here with you

would you leave me too



carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree

and hold me for goodbyes and whispered lullabyes

and tell me i am still

the man i'm supposed to be



i won't deny the pain

i won't deny the change

and should i fall from grace

here with you

would you leave me too



too late to turn back now

i'm running out of sound

and i am changing, changing

and if we died right now

this fool you love somehow

is here with you



i won't deny the pain

i won't deny the change

and should i fall from grace

here with you

will you leave me too

would you leave me too