Old Boyfriends,
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Lost in the pocket of your overcoat,
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Like burned out lite bulbs on a Ferris Wheel.
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Old Boy friends,
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You remember the kinds of cars they drove,
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Parking in an orange grove.
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He fell in love you see,
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With someone that I used to be.
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Tho I very seldom think of him,
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Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin's
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Blue satin dress can make the window
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Like a dream
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Ah but now those dreams belong to someone else,
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Now they talk endlessly
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In a drawer where I keep
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All my
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Old Boyfriends
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Remember when you were burning for them?
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Why do you keep turning them into
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Old Boyfriends?
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They look you up when they're in town
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To see if they can still burn you down
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You fell in love you see
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With someone that I used to be
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Old Boyfriends
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Turn up every time it rains,
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Fall out of the pages in a magazine
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Old Boyfriends.
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Girls fill up the bars every spring,
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Not places for remembering.
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Old boyfriends
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All my old boyfriends
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Old boyfriends
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Old Boyfriends
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| Tom Waits |
