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Sing me a song of memories
The Holidays Are Upon Us Old Touch
by Walter L. Jones
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Cold wind hit me
As I passed the bottle
A couple of guys
Thought they could
Sing
At one point made the little girls cry
Staring into the age of belief
She was three always wanting kisses
Nick named her kissy face
Her arms around my neck
Kissy face still loves you
Kissy face still needs you
I cry
Bar stool uncomfortable
Whiskey tasting stale
Base rips a harmony
Time in face
Angel sings for me
A couple of guys
Who were mistaken
They never could sing
But she can
Walls close in on my heart
Her mother sees me and runs
Can not escape fate
She talks about you everyday
So here is a voice to listen to a place to hide away
Pretend that you are someone else
I will be here to stay
Memories can still cry
The walls come caving in
I am back there with you again
Time measures mistakes along the way
An angels wings still fly
In the dreams that passed me by
Three guys old and cold pass the bottle sold
To buy a piece of dream
In the night and old friend
Sings to them once again
Bar stool uncomfortable
Whiskey tasting stale
Base rips a harmony
Time in face
Her arms around my neck
Kissy face still loves you
Kissy face still needs you
I cry
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