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Someday, we'll have our last conversation
And drink our last cup of coffee
Someday, we might be eighty
And think about the different things we used to say
All the memories of you will just become a ghost of a smile, caught in the wind
Someday, it'll be the last day
"Hello! Nice to meet you! Good morning!" [There is no one there]
Kodak Bodega-- born in a bodega, raised by Bodega Men, burnt by the hotdog rollers.