Vagabon - 100 Years

100 years ago
We walked through the aqueduct
To see your old home
You didn't know it was falling apart
Father will sit on his favorite couch
With a TV dinner on his lap

If we sell this house
I won't go, no I won't go
If we stick around
They won't know, no they won't know

Written by:
Laetitia Tamko

Publisher:
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