| Thanks for the memory
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| Of sentimental verse
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| Nothing in my purse
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| And chuckles
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| When the preacher said
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| For better or for worse
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| How lovely it was
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| Thanks for the memory
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| Of Schubert’s Serenade
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| Little things of jade
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| And traffic jams
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| And anagrams
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| And bills we never paid
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| How lovely it was
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| We who could laugh over big things
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| Were parted by only a slight thing
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| I wonder if we did the right thing
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| Oh, well, that’s life, I guess
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| I love your dress
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| Thanks for the memory
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| Of faults that you forgave
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| Of rainbows on a wave
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| And stockings in the basin
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| When a fellow needs a shave
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| Thank you so much
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| Thanks for the memory
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| Of tinkling temple bells
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| Alma mater yells
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| And Cuban rum
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| And towels from
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| The very best hotels
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| Oh how lovely it was
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| Thanks for the memory
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| Of cushions on the floor
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| Hash with Dinty Moore
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| That pair of gay pajamas
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| That you bought
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| And never wore
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| We said goodbye with a highball
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| Then I got as high as a steeple
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| But we were intelligent people
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| No tears, no fuss
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| Hooray for us
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| Strictly entire nous
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| Darling, how are you?
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| And how are all
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| Those little dreams
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| That never did come true?
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| Awfully glad I met you
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| Cheerio and toodle-oo
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| Thank you
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| Thank you so much |