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One Piece Of Memory, One Piece Of Heart II

Every morning, every morning.
Everyday, the same thing.
I'll never get tired of it.
I took for granted that you'll sit
right beside me every morning.
I didn't even carry the chair for you.
Over memories now I'm mourning.
I didn't do what I should do.
I never know what I have until its gone.
You beside me every morning is one
example, which I can't forget now.
Looking at things now, thinking back,
I'll go like, wow.
But its not lost, there's still a way.
I'll do it differently this time I say.
No, what you think is not what I mean.
I just want us back on the same routine.