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Packing up all these boxes Blowing dust off memories Every little thing I seem to find Is one less look at you and me A few old CDs at the bottom I turn one over and find our song And there's a t-shirt that the band signed, that night I always wondered where it had gone If anyone else opened this box They'd see for themselves It's just a pile of old junk But to me, everything in there is a secret memory It's all that I have left of you and me But to anyone else, they're just other people's things There's the shoes I wore on our first date A photo of us in the snow down town That old pair of jeans you used to hate So full of hopes but I wouldn't throw them out It's hard to see these things when you don't need me now If anyone else opened this box They'd see for themselves It's just a pile of old junk But to me, everything in there is a secret memory SongtexteIt's all that I have left of you and me But to anyone else, it's just other people's things It's just other people's things If anyone else opens this box And helps themself To whatever they want Well I hope everything in there is a better memory Better than they were for you and me 'Cause when I close this box They're not our's anymore If there's no you and me They're just other people's things They're just other people's things Aus Songtexte Mania