BOMBAY BICYCLE CLUB
#1
the moment we forgot we were just good friends
i moved my arm her face went red again
one more bus home
another silent weekend
said love was painted gold
like all things growing old
the paint peels and slowly falls
you already know
i moved my arm her face went red again
one more bus home
another silent weekend
said love was painted gold
like all things growing old
the paint peels and slowly falls
you already know
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