| He was the congregation’s vagrant
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| With an unrequited love
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| When your passion’s exaltation,
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| Then finding refuge is not enough
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| She was the youngest of the family
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| And the last to be let go When they decided they would try
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| And make it on their own
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| Oh memories, where’d you go You were all I’ve ever known
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| How I miss yesterday
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| And how I let it fade away
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| Where’d you go? |
| (oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
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| When July became December
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| Their affection fought the cold
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| But they couldn’t quite remember
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| What inspired them to go And it was beautifully depressing
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| Like a streetcar named desire
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| They were fighting for their love
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| That had started growing tired
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| Oh memories, where’d you go You were all I’ve ever known
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| How I miss yesterday
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| And how I let it fade away
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| (Don't fade away)
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| When the money lost momentum
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| And the bills were piling high
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| Then the smile had finally faded
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| From the apple of their eye
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| They were young and independent
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| And they thought they had it planned
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| Should’ve known right from the start,
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| You can’t predict the end
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| Oh memories, where’d you go You were all I’ve ever known
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| How I miss yesterday
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| And how I let it fade away
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| Oh memories, where’d you go? |
| (oh oh oh)
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| You were all I’ve ever known
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| How I miss yesterday
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| And how I let it fade away
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| (Don't fade away) |