Like someone drowning I reach for a stroll
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Grasping for love where there's no love at all
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Slowly I'm sinking as time drags by and sometimes an old memory gets in my eyes
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I struggle for strenght to face the dawn
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And I'm freezing to death without you to keep me warm
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I hold an arm full of nothing close to my side
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And sometimes an old memory gets in my eyes
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Sometimes an old memory gets in my eyes
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And when it does it's hard to keep my eyes dry
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Don't think you see tears for I never cry
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But sometimes an old memory gets in my eyes
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Yes sometimes an old memory gets in my eyes
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Old Memory Gets In My Eyes
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| Porter Wagoner |
