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Just Di

Friday, May 6
Never thought I'd be thinking about you... Listening to this song...
I walked down to the park last night.
Warm breeze stirring up a soft moon light,
and my mind started drifting to way back when.
Yes, I do, think about you...
every now and then.
The other day I saw a car like you used to drive,
I got a funny feeling down deep inside.
And for the briefest moment I felt a smile began...
Yes, I do, think about you...
every now and then.
And I love my life, and I'd never trade
between what you and me had and the life I've made
But he's here and he's real, but you were too..
and every once and awhile...
I think about you.
I heard a song on the radio just yesterday,
the same one you always asked me to play.
And when the song was over, I wished they played it again.
Yes, I do, think about you...
every now and then.
I've been laying here all night, listening to the rain,
talking to my heart and trying to explain.
Why sometimes I catch myself wondering what might have been...
Yes, I do, think about you...
every now and then.
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