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I'm sitting here with a piece of paper
Says here's my number, won't you call me later
I called you the next day
And that's how we got started
I'm sitting here thinking what we've been through
In front a pile of things reminded me of you
It's weird that so much time hardly takes up any space at all
things I say for us to look at
now our future's lost in the past
gotta put it away, put it away
Some tickets to a concert and a menu
Some pictures from the night
When I lost my queue
It's funny how these things tell the story of our love affair
Can't hold on to us, no longer
If I do I'm going under
Gotta pack it away, pack it away
[Chorus]
Oooooooh Oooooh Oooh Oh
I don't know how...oh yeah yeah
Memories...Oh in a paperbag!
[Chorus x3]
Sitting, sitting.