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Memory Lane

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I live on memory lane
where the angels make it rain.
You're always the only thing on my mind.
Some days it feels like I'm wasting my time.
You hold her hand and smile.
I say I'm happy for you.
I wonder if you can tell that I'm lying.
What we had is over.
When will my poor heart be sober?
Living on this lane
causes so much pain.
This everlasting heartbreak
keeps me standing in the rain
in the middle of Memory Lane.





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