Okta Logue
wasted with you
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When I get old
I hope I'll have memories to choose
I will cut all the ones in reveries
I will cut them loose
Now let them send them all on a one way trip
I will keep the ones I have of you
Would you keep 'em, too?
Oh, I do
Do you have 'em, too?
Oh hell, I do
Ready or not
One day I'll get the blues
But sure will not these many days I was wasted with you
And somehow I can't forget when rushing thoughts run through my head like songs that always take me back to you
Do you have 'em, too?
Oh, I do
Do you hear 'em, too?
Oh hell, I do