(Elvis Costello)
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Layin' about, lying in bed
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Maybe it was somethin' I thought I said
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With the tempo of the damned, the temptation of tomorrow
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I don't know if I can give you anything but sorrow
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They stay alive this late on Radio Five
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But the pen that I write with won't tell the truth
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But the moments that I care about are moments that I treasure
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Better take another measure for pleasure
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Losing you
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Is just a memory
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Memories don't mean that much to me
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Losing you
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Is just a memory
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Memories don't mean that much to me
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I count the pages of the letter I write
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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
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Tearin' up the sheets of love this hand could not disguise
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I'll start to count again and close my eyes
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Losing you
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Is just a memory
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Memories don't mean that much to me
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Losing you
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Is just a memory
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Memories don't mean that much to me
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Now you're here
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I'm here too
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Can be this easy for me and you
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Now you're here
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I'm here too
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Be this easy for me and you
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Losing you
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Is just a memory
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Memories don't mean that much to me
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Losing you
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Is just a memory
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Memories don't mean that much to me
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Layin' about, lying in bed
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Could be something that I thought I said
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Losing You (track from "White Heat" album)
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Dusty Springfield |