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It's getting cold Leaves are falling The summers over Time to stay inside And stay warm With the one you love But In my imaginary life You're not there Your seat on the couch Is empty Your coffee cup Empty No music No singing No hazy daze No drunken nights No endless laughing Nothing You're gone Miss Daisy Daydream It was an honor To have you as a wife In my imaginary life
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
In My Imaginary Life
It's getting cold Leaves are falling The summers over Time to stay inside And stay warm With the one you love But In my imaginary life You're not there Your seat on the couch Is empty Your coffee cup Empty No music No singing No hazy daze No drunken nights No endless laughing Nothing You're gone Miss Daisy Daydream It was an honor To have you as a wife In my imaginary life
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sunshineisdead
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
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