| A past that’s sprinkled with the blues
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| A few old dreams that I can’t use
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| Who’ll buy my mem’ries of things that used to be
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| There were the smiles before the tears
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| And with the smiles some better years
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| Who’ll buy my mem’ries of things that used to be
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| When I remember how things were
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| My memories all leave her
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| I’d like to start my life anew
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| But memories just make me blue
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| A cottage small just built for two
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| A garden wall with violets blue
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| Who’ll buy my mem’ries of things that used to be
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| When I remember how things were
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| My memories all leave the girl
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| I’d like to start my life anew
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| But memories just make me blue
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| A cottage small just built for two
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| A garden wall with violets blue
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| Who’ll buy my mem’ries of things that used to be
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| Who’ll buy my mem’ries of things that used to be |