I have this kind of thing,
That makes me want to bring
Lots of happiness, so the whole world can be at rest
I can't sleep without it, at night or through the day
Something that makes me feel close, Evan when I'm away
I look after it, It's close to my heart indeed
Something money can't buy, with all its filthy greed
I smile when it's there, or even when it's gone
Let's face it, everyone has got one.
They might not work like mine
Because mine stay's in line
In the order, or on the menu
But the night of that gift, it's first on the venue
I cry without it, because it is one of a kind
I'm just glad it's mine, Keep that in mind
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