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How many times can you read that letter |
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And what do you need it for? |
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Can't you see that the salutation |
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Has no meaning anymore? |
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And you can't resurrect the body |
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And the closing's out of date |
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And if you stumble upon an answer |
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It will always be too late |
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You better take that letter |
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Put it in the boyfriend box |
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Are you still staring at that picture |
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Of someone who doesn't care? |
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Just like you're looking through a window |
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At a world that isn't there? |
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If you're trying to reconstruct it |
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It will only fall apart |
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'Cause there's really nothing in it |
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But your late, great, heart |
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You better take that picture |
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Put it in the boyfriend box |
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Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la |
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There's something dark and dead |
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Buried in your head and underneath your bed |
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You're still tempted to believe the world is true |
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You even almost do |
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Your little world is a little empty |
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But the memories never stop |
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Organizing themselves in layers |
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The most recent at the top |
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If you need to go any deeper |
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You can dig them out again |
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Just in case you need to be reminded |
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Of what a fool you've been |
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You're gonna take those memories |
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Put them in the boyfriend box |
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Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la |
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Take those letters |
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Put them in the boyfriend box |
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The boyfriend box |
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The boyfriend box |
