It isn't right for you to hurt me
It isn't right to make me blue
It isn't right to take my kisses
And give them to somebody new
It isn't right for you to promise
A million dreams that can't come true
It isn't right to start a flame
Deep within my heart
Then let it go out like a light
It isn't right
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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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