Been losing my sleep for hours,
Keeping the memories all intact.
Looking through the box of old vynils,
Picking your favorite tracks.
D'you hear the words of Bob Dylan,
He's singing 'bout house in New Orleans?
Somewhat a familiar feeling
That takes you away in your dreams.
It ain't place where you feel abandoned,
It ain't place where you are in pain.
You'll just stare at sun on horizon,
Whistling a tune with no name.
Just stay here till dawn is breaking
And then I can try on my own.
Don't leave me to feel forsaken,
I still need to hear your voice.
And I'd sign a deal with devil
To buy me some more precious time,
So when you're away to heaven,
I know that we've done alright.
In loving memory
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