| «Mind your head dear,» she said «and the dust down there»
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| But I’ll bend my back in a basement,
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| 'Cause there’s no use in the useless.
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| Does it make you wonder?
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| Or do you hold it closer?
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| Or do you leave it all behind?
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| Stow away, throw away
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| 'Cause memories will remind
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| Well here’s a portarait, wrapped in a newsprint
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| It’s like a building, boarded, tired and derelect
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| Out of sight, out of mind, these things we will find
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| make me pause, give me shivers
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| A picture in a locket, forget me, not forgotten
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| And everything is quiet
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| Stow away, throw away,
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| 'Cause memeories will remind
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| Stow away, throw away, blow away
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| On the wind they will scatter
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| Will we be remembered, by all the things we treasured?
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| A memory’s a dream in the eyes of a stranger
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| In her garden she will tell me how she forgets
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| Her eyes are smiling, she sits and recollects
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| Then in a moments silence
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| a photograph in her hand reminds her
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| And there’s ether in her eyes
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| Stow away, throw away,
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| 'Cause memeories will remind
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| Stow away, throw away, blow away
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| On the wind they’ll scatter
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| And everything is quiet
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| And everything is quiet. |