Whatsername

Whatsername

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Thought I ran into you down on the street Then it turned out to only be a dream I made a point to burn all of the photographs She went away and then I took a different path I remember the face but I can't recall the name Now I wonder how whatsername has been Seems that she disappeared without a trace Did she ever marry old what's his face? I made a point to burn all of the photographs She went away and then I took a different path I remember the face but I can't recall the name Now I wonder how whatsername has been Remember, whatever It seems like forever ago Remember, whatever It seems like forever ago The regrets are useless In my mind She's in my head I must confess The regrets are useless In my mind She's in my head From so long ago (Go, Go, Go, Go..) And in the darkest night If my memory serves me right I'll never turn back time Forgetting you, but not the time. lyrics by Green Day
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