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Meet me at the same place where
The four of us used to have our seats
Where we tried to figure out
The problems that got in our ways
And I miss those moments when I´m gone
How we could pour our stories out
Into, into our life soup
Into, into our life soup
Those moments we´d sit there
Talking for hours
Sharing stories both good and bad
Food for the body and mind
And I miss those moments when I´m gone
How we could pour our stories out
Into, into our life soup
Into, into our life soup
And I miss those moments when I´m gone
How we could pour our stories out
´Cause I`m never done adding
Into our life soup
