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Like ghosts we both appear,
In this polaroid Ill treasure through the years. years
Full of promise and of smiles,
We are happily quite ignorant of pain.
And oh, how life can quickly change,
You cant predict the rain
Or second-guess the stars,
To find some method in the mad,
Or some goodness in the bad men
That now and then block our way.
And as ghosts well disappear again,
Back into photographs theyll scatter through the years.
Friends assumed wed moved away.
No, were just hibernating.
And oh, how life can quickly change,
You cant predict the rain
Or second-guess the stars, Nooooo,
To find some method in the mad,
Just some goodness in the bad men
That now and then block our way.