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Letters of consent under the bed in a heart shaped box |
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Cinema tickets mixed in with dirty socks |
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Half written postcards to, I can't remember who |
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I've so many things left over |
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I don't know where they should go |
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It's not a mess, |
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It's personal |
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Like the home altars of Mexico |
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It's hard just opening my bedroom door |
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All my memories, spread out across the floor |
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A napkin from that meal we shared the other night |
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Lollypop sticks and Lego bricks |
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A broken 7 inch, I'll never play |
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Travel cards from a sunny day |
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Why can't I throw these things away? |
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I've so many things left over |
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I don't know where they should go |
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It's not a mess, |
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It's personal |
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Like the home altars of Mexico |