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Intro

From the wrinkles on my forehead

To the mud upon my shoe

Everything's a me - mo - ry

With strings that tie to you

In my dream I'm often running

To the place that's out of view

Of every kind of me - mo - ry

With strings that tie to you

Though a change has taken place

And I no longer do adore her

Still every God forsaken place is always

Right around the cor - ner

Now I know it's either them or me

So I'll bury every clue

And every kind of me - mo - ry

With strings that tie to you

Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh -

And every kind of me - mo - ry

With strings that tie to you...