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From the wrinkles on my forehead
To the mud upon my shoe
Everything's a memory
With strings that tie to you

In my dream I'm often running
To a place that's out of view
Of every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you

And though a change has taken place
And I no longer do adore her
Still every God forsaken place
Is always right around the corner

Now I know it's either them or me
So I'll bury every clue
And every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you

Oh and every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you