She’s picking up the roses on his coffin
How they met when they were children
At only seventeen
And I am asking myself
Where would I be?
Ten years from now
Me and my lady
You try to be good
You buy what you see
And heavenly, all suddenly
Life gives you up
Forget about Felix
It’s hard to do
Forget about Felix
It haunts me too
The library’s descriptions
From an old book
As I’m looking at his picture
One of the last ones that she took
And I’m walking back home
Man, look at my feet
Freezing in the winter cold
One hundred and tenth street
And I’m trying my best to learn what it means
When suddenly, surprisingly
Life gives you up
Forget about Felix
It’s hard to do
Forget about Felix
It haunts me too
Forget about Felix
It’s hard to do
Forget about Felix
It haunts me too
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