| There’s a clock on the wall
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| At the end of the hall
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| That hasn’t kept time in years
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| There’s an old tattered bear
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| In the bedroom somewhere
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| 'Cause ya can’t hardly sleep 'less it’s near
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| There’s an old box of letters
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| I know you still save
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| 'Cause you’re too sentimental
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| To throw them away
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| But is there room in your heart
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| For an old memory like me
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| There’s an old satin gown
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| Been twice handed down
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| You were savin' for your wedding day
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| But you married in haste
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| What a terrible waste
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| And it never got used anyway
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| There’s a bottle of champainge
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| It’s french 59
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| But you might as well drink it
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| To happier times
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| Is there room in your heart
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| For an old memory like me
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| I used to tease you
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| 'Cause you couldn’t part with
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| Things that were no use at all
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| Now i’m afraid that you’ll toss them away
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| After all
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| Like the clock on the wall
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| At the end of the hall
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| That hasn’t kept time in years
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| Like the old tattered bear
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| In the bedroom somewhere
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| Ya can’t hardly sleep 'less it’s near
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| There’s a bottle of champainge
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| It’s french 59
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| But you might as well drink it
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| To happier times
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| Is there room in your heart
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| For an old memory like me
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| Mmm hmm
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| Is there room in your heart
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| For an old memory like me
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| Mmm hmm
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| Mmm hmm |