| Postcards an' letters an' pictures made to last forever
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| To be boxed up and tossed away
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| Nick-nacks an' souvenirs
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| In an afternoon they’re outta here
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| They’ll disappear without a trace
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| But what they mean to me will never be replaced.
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| I can’t unthink about you
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| I can’t unfeel your touch
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| I can’t unhear all the words, unsay all the things
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| That used to mean so much.
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| I wish I could unremember
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| Everything my heart’s been through
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| I’m finding out it’s impossible to do Oh, it’s no use: I can’t unlove you.
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| Interstates and old songs: like time, they go on and on I guess I could learn to do the same
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| I could wake up without you
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| These two arms not around you.
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| Tell myself: «It's meant to be this way.»
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| No matter how I try, some things I can’t change.
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| I can’t unthink about you
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| I can’t unfeel your touch
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| I can’t unhear all the words, unsay all the things
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| That used to mean so much.
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| I wish I could unremember
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| Everything my heart’s been through
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| I’m finding out it’s impossible to do, oh whoa
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| Oh, it’s no use: I can’t unlove you.
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| I wish I could unremember
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| Everything my heart’s been through
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| I’m finding out it’s impossible to do, oh whoa
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| Oh, it’s no use: I can’t unlove you… |