| well, I wish I could keep every piece of you
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| all the lies and the truths
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| all the trophies from your youth
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| the phone you used to call me on
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| I would put them all up on my shelf
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| just to be close to you
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| and I wrote your name on the empty bottle of wine
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| all the kisses in the parks
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| our first christmas lights
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| silver cone for your short black hair
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| I would put each one in a box
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| just to have you near to me
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| some people just see a pile of junk
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| they dont know that its pieces of
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| pieces of you
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| but I’d trade it all just to have you here by my side
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| hear your laugh one more time
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| feel your hand holding mine
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| see that hungry look in your eyes
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| I would hide your keys so you couldn’t drive
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| then you’d still be here with me
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| some people just see a pile of junk
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| they dont know that its pieces of
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| pieces of you |