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Ten years down the roadI’ll be cleanin’ out my closet, getting rid of old clothesI reach behind my winter coatAnd I stumble upon shoeboxes filled with old ghostsWhy did I hang onto your picturesWhy did I hang onto that dressCuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not toIt kills me to remember and it kills me to forgetSo I suppose you’ll be in every song I singIf not written in my words, you’ll be hidden in these stringsCuz how could I ever forget my first loveMy first woman, first truth, first child from aboveBut why do I hang onto your picturesWhy have I not just thrown out that dressCuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not toIt kills me to remember, oh and it kills me to forgetIt kills me to see you…..but it kills me not toIt kills me to remember…..and it kills me to forget From Letras Mania