Take these arms of mine, throw them away They're just souvenirs of some other day Take these lips of mine, they're useless to me They're just souvenirs of things that used to be
(chorus) They're just souvenirs and who needs 'em now They're just bits and pieces of my yesterday, anyhow Take this old heart of mine, it's been beating too long It's just a souvenir of something that went wrong
Take my yesterdays, the minutes, the hours They're just souvenirs, they'll fade like the flowers Take these eyes before I see her again They're just souvenirs of things that might have been
(chorus)
Ol' t's just a souvenir of something that went wrong
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