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Posted April 29 | Leave a Comment

I drink a coffee every morningIt comes from a place that's far awayAnd when I'm done I feel like talkingWithout you here there is less to sayI don't want you thinking I'm unhappyWhat is closer to the truthIs if I lived 'til I was one-hundred and twoI just don't think I'll ever get over youI'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskeyI shook the hand of time and I knewThat if I lived 'til I could no longer climb my stairsI just don't think I'll ever get over youYour face it dances and it haunts… read more