Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone theres that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know
Slipping Through My Fingers-ABBA
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