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Tu Me Manques

Dancing all alone

With a bottle of rum

In autumn’s sombre depression

No mix, no chase, no ice

Stopped using a glass

At half past lost

Had life’s map given

I took it and burnt it away

Sit here singing

In this forgotten pile of ashes

Then I got to thinking

How me and this joint

Set out to make a point

About taking advice

I’ve ignored so much

I forgot how to care

Born with the key

Yet, none were impressed

Sauf Mme Anne-Marie

Pour cela, à vous je prie

When I feel stressed

Thank you for saving me

Wish I could’ve told you

What you helped me through