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Sent a postcard to you today from the wind-ridden coast It reads, "As much as I hate it right now, I'm not coming home" I could lie and say I'll try my best, but I'm tired of holding hope I still remember being too damn young and playing on the road Then we'd sit on the worn-out couch that I once cut a hole Lord, I was so scared of dad finding out, but it wasn't long till you told We were sold on thinking we had it all If it got cold, we'd bundle up for the fall Since we've grown these days, I'm twice as small Your words were all I needed to feel like I was ten-feet tall I know I don't say it near enough, but I'm proud, and hope you know And although time has taken me far away, I'm not yet a ghost When I look at the queen you've become, well, it brightens my soul We were sold on thinking we had it all If it got cold, we'd bundle up for the fall Since we've grown these days, I'm twice as small Your words were all I needed to feel like I was ten feet tall Your words were all I needed to feel like I was ten feet tall From Letras Mania