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<9307190004.AA21199@bohr.physics.purdue.edu> From: Daniel L. Lovall <lovall@physics.purdue.edu> Subject: /Prine.John/Souvineers.crd To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Date: Sun, 18 Jul 93 19:04:33 EST Cc: lovall@animal-farm.nevada.edu (Daniel L. Lovall) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL11] Artist: John Prine Title: Souvenirs
All the sGnow has turned to waCter DChristmas day has come and gGone Broken toys and faded cColors DAre all that's left to linger Gon GI hate graveyards and old pCawnshops DFor they always bring me tGears GCan't forgive the way they Crob me DOf my childhoood souvenirGs
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DMemories, they can't be bGoughten They cDan't be won at carnivals for fGree DIt took me years, to gGet those souvenirs And I Cdon't know how they slipped away fromD me
Broken hearts and dirty windows Make life difficult to see That's why last night and this morning Always look the same to me I hate reading old love letters For they always bring me tears Can't forgive the way they rob me Of my sweetheart souvenirs (repeat chorus) > Kevin > kjs@gvgdsd.gvg.tek.com