Stacks of paper, my name in bold print Yours right besides it on this document Too many lawyers, too many angry words So much we didn't say, so much we never heard Do you remember When I was all that you were living for Back before the war Back before the broken vows The shattered trust, this empty house When nothing really mattered but us Back before we climbed too high My dreams were yours, your dreams were mine Back before we fell so out of touch Back before the war Children's laughter trailing down the hall Tiny footsteps, God how I miss it all It's not as simple as who's right and who's to blame How could we fly so high to be shot down in flames Do you remember When you were all that I was living for Back before the war Back before the broken vows The shattered trust, this empty house When nothing really mattered but us Back before we climbed too high My dreams were yours, your dreams were mine Back before we fell so out of touch Back before the war Stacks of paper, I guess this is where we sign Strange how your signature so closely matches mine
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