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1.9.'10

I'm soaking up the memories
Through this dull old head of mine,
Remembering that my dearest friend
Ain't here to help the sun to shine.

How is it that the though of her
Makes my heart bleed 'til it's dry?
How is it that these memories
Only make me want to cry?

I'm filling up my tired smile
With an old and saddened lie.
Pretending that I've done and said
My farewell, my goodbye.

Why is it that my smile for her
Makes my eyes cry 'til they're empty?
Why is it that my heart say
'There are more to come, and plenty'?

I'm soaking up the grievance
Through this duck old soul of mine,
Remembering that me dearest friend
Won't be here to keep the sun a-shine.