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Memories
I had to let some things go
Before I could move on
Running away didn't seem to cut it anymore
Looking at my problems from
The fifth story floor
Hiding in the basement
Are my "Red Sox Indians"
Two bodies sliding down a hole in the floor
Smoke filled rooms, and bar fights outside the door
I had to let some things go
Before I could move on
Running away didn't seem to cut it anymore
Looking through the paddy wagon bars
Plates flying and the words
"Bitch, I fucking hate you!"
All the not so "Happy Birthday" calls
Suprise visits to school
And every moment you should have been there
I had to let some things go
Before I could move on
Running away didn't seem to cut it anymore
Looking through the eyes of a child
Growing up, things have changed
Daddys' little girl
Yes, but not no more
You had your chance
You made your choice
My memories aren't great
But they're all I have left
Now that your gone
I might finally be able to move on
I love you, I hate you
It's your turn for touture
