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Nov 2017
Maybe I'm not around
quite as often as I used to.
Maybe I don't post threads
quite as often as I used to.
Little things I should have said and done
I just keep to myself now.

You are always on my mind.
Maybe I didn't tell you
all those many, many times
but I often thought of you
hoping you would be fine
only wanting for you the best
as I know you need to rest.

You are always on my mind.
Tell me, tell me what you're doing with your time.
Give me, give me one more little sign
to keep me satisfied, satisfied.
Little things I can imagine in my mind
how you're killing your time.

You are always on my mind.
Maybe I'm not around
quite as often as I used to.
Maybe I don't post threads
quite as often as I used to.
Little things I should have said and done
I just keep to myself now.
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that I know you.
Maybe I didn't tell you
quite as often as I should have.
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