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Till 102

Friday, May 11, 2007

Till 102

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
When I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here, there is less to say

Don't want you thinking that I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

No longer moved to drink strong whiskey
I shook the hand of time and I knew
If I lived till I could no longer climb the stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Your face it dances, it haunts me
Laughter still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even, even after all these years

But I don't want you thinking that I don't get asked to dinner
Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

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