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The bottle is empty, the ashtray is full
                                           B7
my guitar is ringing and i'm singing the blues

my heart is all tattered it's broken in two
and i can't escape those memroies of you

and i look at your picture and i fight off the tears
picking old songs i aint sang in years
and i smoked my self blind but it aint gonna do
and i can't escape those memories of you

now i play one last song that we used to sing
hoping and waiting for my phone to ring
your so far away and i'm so out of view
that i can't escape those memories of you