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Take these arms of mine, throw them away |
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They're just souvenirs of some other day |
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Take these lips of mine, they're useless to me |
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They're just souvenirs of things that used to be |
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They're just souvenirs and who needs 'em now |
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They're just bits and pieces of my yesterday, anyhow |
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Take this old heart of mine, it's been beating too long |
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It's just a souvenir of something that went wrong |
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Take my yesterdays, the minutes, the hours |
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They're just souvenirs, they'll fade like the flowers |
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Take these eyes before i see her again |
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They're just souvenirs of things that might have been |
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Ol' t's just a souvenir of something that went wrong |