i think back to the time when i wouldnt drink wine and
they taught me wrong and right and black and white like death and the grave
some things never change and ill never let it rest until i die i wanna love
someone special til death do us part to have one and need no other sometimes i
cry stumbling through my youth cause ive loved so much yet so little the fine
art of friendship meaning of love understanding growing old
they taught me wrong and right and black and white like death and the grave
some things never change and ill never let it rest until i die i wanna love
someone special til death do us part to have one and need no other sometimes i
cry stumbling through my youth cause ive loved so much yet so little the fine
art of friendship meaning of love understanding growing old