Why does it have to hurt so bad,
heaviness in the chest,
yes, our favorite restaurant is closing,
did I make a joke, I hear you laughing,
oh, I see...I said my chest hurts,
everyone straight away thinks heart attack,
simply imagine the finality,
imagine never going there,
they closed, game over, after fifty years,
how I woke up to acknowledge this fact,
all the way up Elston, past Addison,
venture to remember our adventure,
even after all these years having passed,
to think we went for Hungarian food,
outsiders crashing a wedding party,
how our friends came to visit from Memphis,
underdressed in the summertime,
remember they asked us to dance,
the bride and groom asked us to dance,
so festive an atmosphere, this bistro,
only Branko remembered us each time,
because we would return to celebrate
a birthday, our first date, an anniversary,
damn we had a good time, never again.
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