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The Isley Brothers

Sad Souvenirs

 

Sad Souvenirs


One love letter filled to the brim
With your heartless lies
One worn out handkerchief
I used to dry my weeping eyes, oh

These things are all I have
Of the love I built my world around
And they're sad, sad souvenirs (Sad souvenirs)

One tired old empty dream
That will never, never come true
One battered and broken heart
Misused, misused by you, oh

These things are all that I own
And these, and these things alone
Are sad, sad, sad souvenirs (Sad souvenirs)
I said they're sad, sad, sad souvenirs, yes, they are
Ooh

One thousand lonely nights
One thousand tears I've shed
One thousand silent prayers I've prayed
To have your love again, oh-oh

These things are all I have left to look forward to
Since I lost you
And they're sad souvenirs (Sad souvenirs)

Talking about one love letter filled with lies
One worn out handkerchief I used to dry my weeping eyes
Lonely nights, empty tears
Sad souvenirs
Yes, they're sad (Sad souvenirs)

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