| Don’t get me wrong
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| Since you I’ve loved more than I’ve lost
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| I find on rainy days
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| Memories I’ve stowed away
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| Of you, and the thought still thrills me
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| Hope you kept a piece of me
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| Display it on your mantelpiece
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| When time forgets
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| And dust collects
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| At least you still get to hold me
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Oh, I sure don’t want you back
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| We ain’t no perfect match
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| But sometimes I imagine you here
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| Oh, we’d laugh until we’re shown
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| Then we’d drive til gas ran out
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| It’s those little things that I hold dear
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| I made them my souvenir
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| My souvenir
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| My souvenir
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| And when people come
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| You brag about the things you’ve done
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| All your empires conquered
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| Your chosen altars
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| Of many I’m still one
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| Oh, I sure don’t want you back
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| We ain’t no perfect match
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| But sometimes I imagine you here
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| Oh, we’d laugh until we’re shown
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| Then we’d drive til gas ran out
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| It’s those little things that I hold dear
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| I made them my souvenir
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| Sometimes honestly
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| I hope you think of me
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| And it makes you better
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| We weren’t meant to be
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| Ain’t even bittersweet
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| Still I won’t forget you
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| Oh, I sure don’t want you back
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| We ain’t no perfect match
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| But sometimes I imagine you here
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| Oh, I sure don’t want you back
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| We ain’t no perfect match
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| But sometimes I imagine you here
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| Oh, we’d laugh until we’re shown
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| Then we’d drive til gas ran out
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| It’s those little things that I hold dear
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| I made them my souvenir |