It was the mid of January when I had it
I was driving far off my hometown at midnight,
Big enough to strike me hard that I lost my steering wheel
Oh and I fancied that road
Wish that I could be on it for a bit more
But this accident made me lose my conscience
Never thought I'd be unhinged and lose it again yet I did
And none knew what this unhinging could lead to
They asked me my last wishes
So I told them to bury me where his tears had fallen,
Bury my writings, my soul, in the soils he's ever felt lonely.
Tell him to wear that cardigan when winter arrives,
Tell him that I made it for him to stay warm when cold winds prod upon him,
Tell him that I prayed for him and will always do
And tell him to smile whilst I laugh with God over his witty mischiefs.
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