I threw our rings into a box Filled with broken memories and fools gold And I woke up again last night in this lonely bed without you to hold And I walkeda rond this house pullin picutres off the walls Just like Ive done a hundred times before Makin sure Ive got em all Makin sure Ive got the hard to find Little things that make me tink about you Cause Im tired of this house always breakin me down, feelin blue No, theres nothin left to say Im puttin memories away Well, yesterday I found your dress I guess theres something I missed in our room But it didnt break me down the second that I found it like it used to With red wine and tears Ive been gatherin all the years we spent together I need to move on Cause I know that youre gone forever Makin sure Ive got the hard to find Little things that make me tink about you Cause Im tired of this house always breakin me down, feelin blue No, theres nothin left to say Im puttin memories away No, theres nothing left to say Im puttin memories away
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