Jessie sent me a note
Asked about the song we wrote
Tasted her love again
Sweetest wine so I begin
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Dear love of mine
Shallow gift left in time
Write the blues away
Saw your dad today
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He was sitting in a bar
Wishing on his bottled star
You were on his mind
Just like the last time
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Dear love lost in the wine
We seem to dream up
Both of us have lost our mind
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Must have been some other time
Walked into Park Avenue
You hanging on my arm like glue
Father tears in eyes believing all those lies
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Singing the gift you left; have not seen nothing yet
It is a quarter past three
Once again you are done with me
Daddy sitting in the bar wishing on his bottled star
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Both of us used up
You are too old to scold
Your heart is as cold as a stone
Pain enters you are alone
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Sing daddy's tune, the blues
Got a note today your dad says you passed away
Met him down at the grave, shared some jack
Then each went our separate way
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Kept my promise here is your song
Love Tinka