A Love Like Pi - Young Men lyrics

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A Love Like Pi - Young Men lyrics

All the young men cry "We're so good at getting older That they ask us why we're not afraid Of getting colder" Oh, the young men die And the people shrug their shoulders Let them go I could find a hole Underneath the aisle Oh, my love would grow With each time you pa** me by Where the good men go Every street is paved with gold But baby they don't let you bring anything