| All the snow has turned to water
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| Christmas days have come and gone
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| Broken toys and faded colors
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| Are all that’s left to linger on
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| I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
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| For they always bring me tears
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| I can’t forgive the way they rob me
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| Of my childhood souvenirs
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| Memories they can’t be boughten
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| They can’t be won at carnivals for free
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| Well it took me years
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| To get those souvenirs
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| And I don’t know how they slipped away from me
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| Broken hearts and dirty windows
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| Make life difficult to see
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| That’s why last night and this mornin'
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| Always look the same to me
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| I hate reading old love letters
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| For they always bring me tears
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| I can’t forgive the way they rob me
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| Of my sweetheart’s souvenirs |