This Shirt

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This shirt is old and faded, all the color's washed away
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I've had it more damn years than I can count anyway
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I wear it beneath my jacket, with the collar turned up high
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So old I should replace it, but I'm not about to try

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This shirt's got silver buttons, and a place upon the sleeve
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Where I used to set my heart up right there where anyone could see
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This shirt is the one I wore to every boring high school dance
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Where the boys ignored the girls and we all pretended to like the band

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This shirt was a pillow for my head on a train through Italy
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This shirt was a blanket beneath the love we made in Argeles
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This shirt was lost for three whole days in a town near Buffalo
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Till I found the locker key in a downtown Trailways bus depot


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This shirt is the one I lent you, and when you gave it back
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It had a rip inside the sleeve where you rolled your cigarettes
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It was the place I put my heart, now look at where you put a tear
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I forgave your thoughtlessness, but not the boy who put it there


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This shirt was the place your cat decided to give birth to five
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And we stayed up all night watching, and we wept when the last one died
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This shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton
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Shining like memories inside those silver buttons


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This shirt is a grand old relic with a grand old history
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I wear it now for Sunday chores, cleaning house and raking leaves
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I wear it beneath my jacket with the collar turned up high
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So old I should replace it, but I'm not about to try