Each morning when I pick my shaving cream and razor blade
I pause to think about the place from where it is made.
Hailed from there a person, who was to me, very special
and for leading my life, I felt was always going to be vital.
Each morning when I pick my shaving cream and razor blade
I pause to think about the place from where it is made.
To face those days, I would be prepared from the moment I wake
as, happy at any cost, always, her, I wanted to make.
Each morning when I pick my shaving cream and razor blade
I pause to think about the place from where it is made.
Thinking about her would infuse in me a lot of positive zest
as I felt, that for me in life, she was someone truly the best.
Each morning when I pick my shaving cream and razor blade
I pause to think about the place from where it is made.
Now all that I hope is that end of day, from her, I get to hear
as without her in my life, silently, I am out to suffer.
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