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Souvenirs (2000 Re-Record) - John Prine
All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left
To linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs
Memories they can't be boughten
They can't be won
At carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don't know how
They slipped away from me
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That's why last night and this mornin'
Always look the same to me
And I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs
Memories they can't be boughten
They can't be won
At carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don't know how
They slipped away from me
