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For each moment of tears |
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I still had my souvenirs |
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Cherished in a pocket full of dreams |
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I could hold I could feel |
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Kept pretending they were real |
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Long time after lovers stayed away. |
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Now a picture of you |
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I had cherished so true |
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Even kissed 'till I'd seen you again |
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But when |
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I've been crying today |
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Threw my memories away |
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Something died as I cried |
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For my broken souvenirs. |
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Can I reach for the sun |
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Find a place I belong |
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Now you're one of my broken souvenirs. |
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If you'll need me again |
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There's no way you really can |
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Pasted pieces never make a whole |
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And if you leave your room |
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On some windy afternoon |
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Try to see where all the pieces flew. |
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It was hard to get on |
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Since my memories were gone |
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But if you'll ever see me again |
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I can |
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I've been crying today |
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