| I threw our rings into a box
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| Filled with broken memories and fool’s gold
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| And I woke up again last night in this lonely bed without you to hold
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| And I walked around this house pullin’pictures off the walls
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| Just like I’ve done a hundred times before
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| Makin’sure I’ve got 'em all
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| Makin’sure I’ve got the hard to find
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| Little things that make me think about you
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| 'Cause I’m tired of this house always breakin’me down, feelin’blue
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| No, there’s nothin’left to say
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| I’m puttin’memories away
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| Well, yesterday I found your dress
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| I guess there’s some things i missed in our room
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| But it didn’t break me down the second that I found it like it used to With red wine and tears I’ve been gatherin’all the years we spent together
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| I need to move on
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| 'Cause I know that you’re gone forever
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| Makin’sure I’ve got the hard to find
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| Little things that make me think about you
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| 'Cause I’m tired of this house always breakin’me down, feelin’blue
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| No, there’s nothin’left to say
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| I’m puttin’memories away
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| No, there’s nothing left to say
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| I’m puttin’memories away |