Honeydogs - Those Things Are Hers

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Band name Honeydogs
Song name Those Things Are Hers
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Added 10/14/2009
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Here we are

We're finally alone now

It's just you and me

And the memories of her

Please don't go

Though I know that you're angry

Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine





There's the glass

That she pressed to her lips nightly

If you look you can see a lipstick trace

There's the dress

That she wore so tightly

If you look in the mirror

You can see her standing there





Those things are hers:

The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on

And I got nerve:

It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone

And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory

That just keeps hanging on





There's the ring that once h eld us together

She wants it back

So I'm sending it next week

There's the coat of brown and dirty leather

She doesn't really need it

'Cause it's warm there out east





Those things are hers:

The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on

And I got nerve:

It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone

And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory

That just keeps hanging on





There's the lamp that she turned off everynight

When she came to bed

And she held me in her arms

There's the door that she walked through daily

And the place that I last saw her

When she walked out on me





Those things are hers:

The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on

And I got nerve:

It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone

And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory

That just keeps hanging on

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