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She loves the finer things
Fashion suede and diamond rings
He loves the simple way
Church street blues cattle in the cane

Maybe, we’re drifting apart, we’re falling away
From who we were yesterday

She talks of charities
I mean the saddest of charities
He talks of dying one day
I mean the day will come anyway

Maybe, we’re drifting apart, we’re falling away
From who we were yesterday

We’re left here wondering
Our kids are all grown, and we’ve never been
More alone
More alone