We drank like Barrymores until we fell over
Backyards and corridors without getting older, oh
Pictures and saints any hour of the day
The great garden escape
We danced like Barrymores like nobody was watching
Tripped over cobblestones at every other haunting, oh
My home away home, cracks start to show
Maiden mother crone
Down from on high, clouds in my eyes
Lost the second line
We lived like Barrymores in pictures of thе past
Before the storm camе rolling in, before the crash
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