Souvenirs - John Prine - 45 bpm

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All the 

snow has turned to 
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water, 

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Christmas 

days have come and 
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gone

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Broken 

toys and faded 
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colors, 

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are all that's 

left to linger 
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on

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I hate 

graveyards and old 
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pawnshops, 

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for they 

always bring me 
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tears

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Can't for

give the way they 
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rob me, 

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of my 

childhood souve
D
nirs

	
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Memo

ries, that can't be 
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boughten, 

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can't be won at 

carnivals for 
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free

	
A
It took me 

years, to 
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get those souve

nirs, and I 
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don't know how they 

slipped away from 
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me

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Broken 

hearts and dirty 
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windows, 

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make life 

difficult to 
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see

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That's why 

last night and this 
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morning, 

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always 

look the same to 
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me 

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I hate 

reading old love 
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letters, 

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for they 

always bring me 
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tears

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Can't for

give the way they 
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rob me, 

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of my 

sweetheart souve
D
nirs