| I’ve thought of you every day since June of '55
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| That picture you gave me has helped me survive
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| I’ve passed by your house a million times outside of town
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| My mind let my heart stop and take a look around
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| It’s pretty run down and there’s ivy everywhere
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| No scent of your momma’s flowers in the air
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| With no yellow paint the front porch looks plain and sad
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| That old swing made me smile 'bout the times that we had
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| I can’t remember if it was your fault or mine
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| And you can’t trust a memory when it’s had too much time
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| I’m haunted by things like your smile and my pride
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| Like that haunted old house I’m empty inside
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| Although it was quiet I swear I could hear
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| The record I bought you by the Platters that year
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| I walked up the front steps but stopped at the door
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| There’s nothing for me in there anymore
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| I wiped a tear from your cheek the last time I saw you
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| And I’ve held it in my hand because well I just wanted to
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| But I lost it today in that lonesome old place
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| That tear I was saving wound up on my face
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| I can’t remember if it was your fault or mine…
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| Like that empty old house I’m haunted inside |