Inspired by Colin Hay.
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If I live to be one-hundred and two.
I just don't think, I'll ever get over you.
I will always remember.
Our times in december.
Though I will try.
The thought of you still bring a tear to mine eye.
Because no matter how many times the clock makes it around.
Never shall I forget your sound.
Even if I lived to be one-hundred and two.
I just don't think, I'll ever get over you.
I could die tommorrow.
Repent of all my sins and sorrow.
But no matter how deep the cuts are carved out.
Nor how much I whisper my shout.
You are forever,
Through all that I endevor.
If I live to be one-hundred and two.
I just don't think, I'll ever get over you.
(351.) 102
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If I live to be one-hundred and two.
I just don't think, I'll ever get over you.
I will always remember.
Our times in december.
Though I will try.
The thought of you still bring a tear to mine eye.
Because no matter how many times the clock makes it around.
Never shall I forget your sound.
Even if I lived to be one-hundred and two.
I just don't think, I'll ever get over you.
I could die tommorrow.
Repent of all my sins and sorrow.
But no matter how deep the cuts are carved out.
Nor how much I whisper my shout.
You are forever,
Through all that I endevor.
If I live to be one-hundred and two.
I just don't think, I'll ever get over you.




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