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Still

I Still go to that same park, down that same lonely street
I Still sit on that same bench, under that same tree
That one where I carved our initials, in a heart on the bark
That night when we kissed and you gave me your heart

I Still remember that night, when we thought we were alone
I Still see how you looked, when you smelled his cologne
That man passing by, holding his wifes hand
That night when we made love, right there in the sand

I Still have these memories, of holding your hand
I Still have your picture, beside my bed on the stand
That one with your tears, that I made fall from your eyes
That night when I broke your heart, and told you those lies

I still can't believe, that I made you go away
Cause I still see you in the mirror, when the sun shines it's ray
That mirror on the dresser, yes your brush is still there
That one that you'd use, each night on your long flowing hair

Oh! darling I still love you, Yes I still love you
And I know when my life's over, darling I know I still will
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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