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A red scarf that she wore, a rinse in her hair, |
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A blister, an undersized shoe, her name on a tag |
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That can't be washed off, a place at a table for two. |
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I think she wore red, I believe she wore black, any colour |
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You can mention except blue -- any number of colours |
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Under the sun I won't be revealing to you. |
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I can tell you its final, I know its concluded, I can tell |
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You for certain were through. I can give you the names |
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And the places and the dates, but what could it mean |
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To someone like you? |
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So don't come and visit, don't give me no joke, don't ask |
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Me no how does it go, for it goes as fast as a |
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Chicken w/no head, and lord time goes by so slow. |
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Some secrets of love you take to your bed and there's |
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Some that you take to your grave. Well I took mine |
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To a new address, where I took my rest, at the end |
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Of the day. |
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Now all of my stuff is spread out on the floor, an |
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Unmade bed, a drink or two, and I'm packing and |
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Unpacking personal things that fail to remind me of you. |
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You can rub it off, you can scrape it off. |
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You can drink it off, you can burn it off |
