| The class reunion invitation was delivered to me today
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| It brought back burning mem’ries of a happy yesterday
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| I went to my cedar chest got down on my knees
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| The chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories
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| As I carefully open up the box my mind wanders back
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| To all the things we used to do me and Billy Jack
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| Here’s the first note he wrote and gave me in the hall
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| It asked if I’d stay after school to watch him play football
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| The chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories
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| Here are the tickets dubbed for my first picture show
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| I’d seen him talkin' to Rita Gail and I almost didn’t go The corsage I wore to the senior prom pressed and dried
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| The scarf he tied around my hair for a motorcycle ride
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| The chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories
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| Here’s his lettered sweater with a patch Player of the year
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| And the handkerchief I’d used to wipe away all my tears
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| When he was playing chicken to prove the greatness of his nerve
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| And a speeding car killed my dreams on Dead Man’s Curve
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| The chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories
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| Yes the chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories |