| Cardboard sign says yard sale
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| Real estate sign says sold
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| Family picnic table, holds all that it can hold
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| On the grass and on the sidewalk
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| Well, there must be half the town
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| Ain’t it funny how a broken heart
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| Can bring the prices down?
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| Oh, they’re sortin' through
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| What’s left of you and me
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| Paying yard sale prices
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| For each golden memory
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| Oh, I never thought I’d ever live to see
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| The way they’re sortin' through
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| What’s left of you and me
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| You left two summer dresses
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| In the backyard on the line
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| Lady just brought them to me
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| Said she thinks they’ll fit just fine
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| Well, there goes the baby’s wagon
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| And the mirror from the hall
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| I better take just one last look
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| Before they take it all
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| Oh, they’re sortin' through
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| What’s left of you and me
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| Paying yard sale prices
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| For each golden memory
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| Oh, I never thought I’d ever live to see
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| The way they’re sortin' through
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| What’s left of you and me
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| Well, I wonder what you’d say
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| If you could see
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| The way they’re sortin' through
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| What’s left of you and me |