| That’s my toaster over there
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| It was mine before we married
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| I bought it fair and square
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| And that’s my purple Persian
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| Oriental polyester continental rug on the floor
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| Pots and pans and ugly dishes
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| One old dog and two goldfishes
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| Broken dreams, shattered wishes
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| A lucky horseshoe hanging above the door
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| What was that for?
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| Sweet memories, you and me
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| Dual custody
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| The oven roaster, your rocking chair
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| The walnut secretary, your wedding silverware
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| You only brought out on Thanksgiving
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| When Gramma was still living
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| Rest her soul, far to go
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| You only took the things you needed
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| Hanging plants and old bird feeders
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| A jug we used for margaritas
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| Back when things was mighty fine
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| Most all the time
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| Sweet memories, you and me
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| Dual custody, dual custody
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| These memories, you and me
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| Dual custody, dual custody
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| There’s our photo of you and me
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| It was taken in Orlando in 1993
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| When we were holding hands and laughing
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| We were loving, we were living
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| Naturally, so happily
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| Now we only meet on Fridays
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| When you drop the kids at my place
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| You want yours and I want my space
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| And that’s the one thing we agreed upon
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| Life goes on
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| Sweet memories of you and me
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| Dual custody, dual custody
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| Sweet memories of you and me
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| Dual custody, dual custody
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| All right |