| At last I’ve broken off the chain
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| Now just a few shoppin' marts from Maine
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| Now and then a little jolt of sorrow hit my mind
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| But after a while I soon forget the pain.
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| And go on with sweet memories of you
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| And find that I can live my life anew
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| And I erase each thought that I might want you back again
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| And I remember all you put me through.
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| I don’t wanna' be your servant anymore
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| I don’t wanna' be your slave
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| I just wanna' remember all the good times that we shared
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| And carry those sweet memories to my grave.
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| And now I’m free of most the pain
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| And I don’t wanna' hurt that way again
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| If I catch me longin' for the way things used to be
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| I just pick up a piece of broken chain.
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| That chain recalls alot for me
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| I’m reminded how things used to be
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| There’s just some things I’d rather not remember about you
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| I just wanna' have sweet memories.
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| I don’t wanna' be your servant anymore
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| I don’t wanna' be your slave
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| I just wanna' remember all the good times that we shared
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| And carry those sweet memories to my grave.
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| I don’t wanna' be your servant anymore
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| I don’t wanna' be your slave
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| I just wanna' remember all the good times that we shared
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| And carry those sweet memories to my grave… |