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Scott Schube
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Scott Schube
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Memories wrapped in paper
Lost but not quite gone
Lying waiting in some corner for me all along
She warned me crazy is as crazy does
I knew about the drama and the drugs
But I loved the way she smiled at me, I loved the way she was
So my heart would race with every midnight call
We hit every midtown bar that we could crawl
And here's the T-shirt from that one show when
I kissed her and it all became so clear
That year, this souvenir
All summer long, we fought and then made up
That wildness in her I could never trust
But man, the mornings and her long brown back, it almost was enough
So I held her as if it was gonna last
Drank in every high, and braced for every crash
And here's the note with all the things I meant
To say once I got past the hurt and fear
That year, this souvenir
I moved on, and I'm sure she did too
Moment's gone, still sometimes I get blue
Was that old life the one that's true?
The pictures framed, the postcards that I wrote
Just sit around in boxes and grow old
Still these little finds and small rewinds
They're silver and they're gold
One tear, that year
This souvenir
Writer(s): Scott Schube
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