| Old boyfriends
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| Lost in the pocket of your overcoat
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| Like burned out light bulbs on a Ferris Wheel
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| Old boyfriends
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| You remember the kinds of cars they drove
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| Parking in an orange grove
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| He fell in love, you see
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| With someone that I used to be Though I very seldom think of him
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| Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin’s
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| Blue summer dress can make the window like a dream
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| Ah, but now those dreams belong to someone else
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| Now they talk in their sleep
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| In a drawer where I keep all my Old boyfriends
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| Remember when you were burning for them
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| Why do you keep turning them into
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| Old boyfriends
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| They look you up when they’re in town
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| To see if they can still burn you down
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| He fell in love, you see
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| With someone that I used to be Though I very seldom think of him
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| Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin’s
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| Blue summer dress can make the window like a dream
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| Ah, but now those dreams belong to someone else
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| Now they talk in their sleep
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| In a drawer where I keep all my Old boyfriends
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| Turn up every time it rains
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| Fall out of the pages in a magazine
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| Old boyfriends
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| Girls fill up the bars every spring
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| Not places for remembering
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| Old boyfriends
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| All my old boyfriends
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| Old boyfriends… |