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This shirt is old and fadedAll the color's washed awayI've had it now for more damn yearsThan I can count anywayI wear it beneath my jacketWith the collar turned up highSo old I should replace itBut I'm not about to tryThis shirt's got silver buttonsAnd a place upon the sleeveWhere I used to set my heart upRight there anyone could seeThis shirt is the one I wore to every boring high school danceWhere the boys ignored the girlsAnd we all pretended to like the bandThis shirt was a pillow for my headOn a train through ItalyThis shirt was a blanket beneath the loveWe made in ArgelesThis shirt was lost for three whole daysIn a town near Buffalo'Till I found the locker keyIn a downtown Trailways bus depotSongtexteThis shirt was the one I lent youAnd when you gave it backThere was a rip inside the sleeveWhere you rolled your cigarettesIt was the place I put my heartNow look at where you put a tearI forgave your thoughtlessnessBut not the boy who put it thereThis shirt was the place your catDecided to give birth to fiveAnd we stayed up all night watchingAnd we wept when the last one diedThis shirt is just an old faded piece of cottonShining like the memoriesInside those silver buttonsThis shirt is a grand old relicWith a grand old historyI wear it now for Sunday choresCleaning house and raking leavesI wear it beneath my jacketWith the collar turned up highSo old I should replace itBut I'm not about to try Aus Songtexte Mania