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I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint in a broken window pane |
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A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway |
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I can almost read the name |
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A swing set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played happy games |
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Everything |
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I ever about is gone now but the mem'ries still remain |
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The old man from the house across the street asked how's it goin' and |
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I said fine |
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But the expression on his face would make me think that he could almost read my mind |
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That Johnson boy from down the road was asking if the kids could come and play |
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Lord I wish |
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I could have told them yes but |
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I just said |
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I guess son not today |
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I just came home to count the mem'ries that |
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I've been carrying in my mind |
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Just came home to count the mem'ries of a better day and time |
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All the birds that sang a pretty song aren't singing like they did when we were here |
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Cause there's no happiness in music if someobody isn't close enough to care |
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I picked arraged daisy from its home out in the corner of the yard |
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She loves me she loves me not now |
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I don't have to wonder anymore |
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I just came home to count the mem'ries that |
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I've been carrying in my mind |
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I just came home to count the mem'ries |
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I guess it's time to say goodbye |
