The Spare Bedroom of Reminscence Songtext
von Mark Sheeky
The Spare Bedroom of Reminscence Songtext
The lens of reminiscence
How it makes things sweet
How the colours feel nicer
Than they were
Was the loneliness
Worse
Was the loneliness
Worse
When this small bed was mine
When this wallpaper was mine
When my mother was younger
Than me
How it makes things sweet
How the colours feel nicer
Than they were
Was the loneliness
Worse
Was the loneliness
Worse
When this small bed was mine
When this wallpaper was mine
When my mother was younger
Than me
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