| I found a box of memories,
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| Read a letter,
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| Dropped a tear where you signed your name,
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| And turning the page,
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| Smearing the ink into «Love Always.»
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| Girl, I always start this way a Nd then I end up in a bottle screaming out your name,
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| Punching the walls, carrying on like I’ve gone insane,
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| And in the mirror,
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| I can see the man who just shook his head with no remorse,
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| Watching an angel cry her tears,
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| Stepping over my beers as you walked out the door.
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| And there ain’t nothing like a memory,
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| When it’s coming on strong like a hurricane.
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| How can love like that just up and walk away?
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| Killing me baby.
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| It’s got me pouring up another drink,
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| Bourbon’s hitting me hard like a freight train,
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| With my back against the wall or on my knees,
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| When the worst of your memory gets the best of me.
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| Well, I remember it all too well, riding 441 down to Milledgeville,
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| Crossing the bridge as the sun set on Lake Sinclair.
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| I couldn’t wait to see you smile,
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| But all I saw were tears in your pretty eyes and that said it all,
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| It was all downhill from there.
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| And I remember you saying, «Baby, please don’t give up on me.»
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| Oh my baby, this stubborn man is gonna lie in the bed he made.
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| 'Cause there ain’t nothing like a memory,
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| When it’s coming on strong like a hurricane.
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| How can love like that just up and walk away?
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| It’s killing me baby.
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| It’s got me pouring up another drink,
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| Bourbon’s hitting me hard like a freight train,
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| With my back against the wall or on my knees,
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| When the worst of your memory gets the best, the best of me.
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| Baby, there ain’t nothing like a memory,
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| When it’s coming on strong like a hurricane.
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| How can love like that just up and walk away?
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| Your killing me baby.
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| Got me pouring up another drink,
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| Bourbon’s hitting me hard like a freight train,
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| With my back against the wall or on my knees,
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| When the words to your memory gets the best, the best of me. |