| There goes her memory, kickin' in
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| It’s that same old hurt again
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| Don’t tell me that time heals everything
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| I’ve burned that bridge so many times
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| It’s not the ashes in my mind
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| That make me crazy now and then
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| It’s her memory kickin' in
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| I tell these arms to stop reaching for her
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| And these hands that we can’t touch her anymore
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| But my mind keeps playin' games
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| And my eyes keep seein' things
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| Oh that looks just like her standing in the door
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| There goes her memory, kickin' in
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| It’s that same old hurt again
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| But don’t tell me that time heals everything
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| I’ve burned that bridge so many times
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| It’s not the ashes in my mind
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| That make me crazy now and then
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| It’s her memory kickin' in
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| I threw away the pictures and all the letters
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| These old walls still echo things she used to say
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| And when I close my eyes I can see her in my mind
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| It’s almost like she never went away
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| There goes her memory, kickin' in
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| It’s that same old hurt again
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| Don’t tell me that time heals everything
|
| I’ve burned that bridge so many times
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| It’s not the ashes in my mind
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| That make me crazy now and then |