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Thanks for the memory |
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Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet |
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Our wondrous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette |
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How lucky I was |
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And thanks for the memory |
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Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki |
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We had a pad in London, but we didn't stop for tea |
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How cozy it was |
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Now since our breakup, I wake up |
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Alone on a gray morning-after |
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I long for the sound of your laughter |
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And then I see the laugh's on me |
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But thanks for the memory |
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Of every touch and thrill; I've been through the mill |
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I've lived a lot and learned a lot; you loved me not and still |
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I miss you so much |
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Thanks for the memory |
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Of how we used to jog even in a fog |
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That barbecue in Malibu away from all the smog |
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How rainy it was |
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Thanks for the memory |
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Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed |
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Tonight, the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud |
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How brainy he was |
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Gone are those evenings on Broadway |
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Together we'd go to a great show |
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But now I begin with the Late Show |
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And wish that you were watching too |
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I know it's a fallacy |
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That grown men never cry; baby, that's a lie |
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We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die |
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And thank you so much |
