| One love letter filled to the brim
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| With your heartless pride
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| One worn out handkerchief
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| I use to dry my weeping eyes
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| These things are all that I have
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| Of a love I built my world around
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| And they’re sad, sad souvenirs (Sad souvenirs)
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| One tired old memory
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| That will never, never, never come true
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| One battered, broken heart
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| Baby misused by you
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| These things are all that I have
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| And these, these things alone
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| Are such sad, sad souvenirs (Sad souvenirs)
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| Sad souvenirs
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| One thousand lonely nights
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| One thousand tears I shed
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| One thousand little silent prayers
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| To have your love again
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| These things are all that I have
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| All I have to look forward to
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| Since I lost you
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| They are sad, sad souvenirs
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| Oh, baby
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| One more letter filled to the line
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| Worn out handkerchief to dry my weeping eyes
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| Lonely nights, empty tears
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| Honey, they’re sad, sad souvenirs |