I Wish I Had A Record
Of The Promises, You Made
So that I, could play it back to you.
That record would, remind you,
Once you said, love wouldn't fade
And that you, would never be untrue!
What happened, to that cottage
Of which, we always spoke?
Was it, just a pipe dream
That went up in spoke?
I wish, I had a record
Of how close, you said we'd be
So that I could play it back to you,
And maybe you'd come back . . . to me!
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