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- Souvenirs
John Prine
All the snow has turned to
water
Christmas days
have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old
pawn shops
For they
always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they robbed me
Of my childhood souvenirs
Memories, they can't be
boughten
They can't
be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me
Broken hearts and dirty
windows
Make life
difficult to see
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me
And I hate reading old
love letters
For
they always bring me tears
I can't forget the way they robbed me
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs
Memories they can't be
boughten
They can't
be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me