Inner Souvenirs

Yesterday I found some things to save
Guess I want to make sure they stay
With me today
They didn't come with a price
Not like the baked apple pie
That Hetfield likes
Yeah
All I did was stop to look around
And these are the things that I found
Like that time
That you lit that spark and Betty ran
She hightailed it and so did Dan
Whoa

We'll hang on on to these
Inner Souvenirs even when you leave
Yeah we're fond fond of these
Inner Souvenirs like a bulldog loves the breeze

We sang songs with shooting stars
That bursted like broken hearts
'Til my data died
We saw that lovely lady cry
Then we did when Freddie died
On a snowy night
Popped that coaster nap in my glass
Then in slow mo you turned and laughed
What a gas
These are our Inner Souvenirs
Never know when they'll reappear
'Cause they're all right here

We'll hang on on to these
Inner Souvenirs even when you leave
Yeah we're fond fond of these
Inner Souvenirs like a bulldog loves the breeze

Inner Souvenirs



Credits
Writer(s): James Allan Steffen, Ryan Wilson Woodard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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