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[ar:John Prine] |
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[al:The Singin’Mailman Delievers] |
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All the snow is turned to water |
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Christmas Day has come and gone |
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Broken toys and faded colors |
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All that left to linger on |
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I hate graveyards and old pawnshops |
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For they always bring me tears |
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I can't forgive the way they rob me |
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Of my childhood souvenirs |
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Memories they can't be boughten |
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They can't be won at the carnivals for free |
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Well it took me years |
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To get those souvenirs |
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And I don't know how they slipped away from me |
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Broken hearts and dirty windows |
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Make life difficult to see |
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That's why last night and this morning |
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Always look the same to me |
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I hate reading old love letters |
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For they always bring me tears |
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I can't forgive the way they rob me |
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Of my sweetheart's souvenirs |
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Memories they can't be boughten |
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They can't be won at the carnivals for free |
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Well it took me years |
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To get those souvenirs |
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And I don't know how they slipped away from me |
