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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...