No more tears, my heart is dry
I don’t laugh and I don’t cry
I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do I wonder why
You have to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before
I know I said that I was sure
But rich men can’t imagine poor.
One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the storiesÂ
that we could have told
Asaf Avidan - Reckoning Song
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Amazing remix.
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