| She is standing in the airport
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| She is telling me goodbye
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| She is telling me she loves me
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| And there are teardrops in her eye
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| And when I look at that old picture
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| It always makes me blue
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| And there are days where that’s all that I do
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| And oh, oh, oh these old memories can sure get me down
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| Going through life with these ghosts all around
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| And oh how they haunt me
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| They moan and they cry
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| Oh but I wish these ghosts would die
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| There I am in some hotel room
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| Here I am in some old bar
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| Drinking Cutty Sark and water
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| With the money in my jar
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| And when I look back on those old times
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| It always makes me blue
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| And there are days where that’s all that I do
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| And oh, oh, oh these old memories can sure get me down
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| Going through life with these ghosts all around
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| And oh how they haunt me
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| They moan and they cry
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| Oh but I wish these ghosts would die
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| And all I want
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| All I pray
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| Is please somebody
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| Make these ghosts go away
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| If you really need to reach me
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| Go to nineteen sixty three
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| Playing guitar by the radio
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| Anything in G
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| And when I listen to those old songs
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| It always makes me blue
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| And there are days where that’s all that I do
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| And oh, oh, oh these old memories can sure get me down
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| Going through life with these ghosts all around
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| And oh how they haunt me
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| They moan and they cry
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| Oh but I wish these ghosts would die
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| Oh but I wish these ghosts would die |