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Thanks For The Memories - Lyrics by Frank Sinatra


Lyrics
Writer(s): leo robin/ralph rainger
Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget
Journeys on a jet
Our wond'rous week in martinique
And vegas and roulette
How lucky I was
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea
Dawn in waikiki
We had a pad in london
But we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup I wake up
Alone on a gray morning-after
I long for the sound of your laughter
And then I see the laugh's on me
But thanks for the memory
Of every touch a thrill
I've been through the mill
I've lived a lot and learned a lot
You loved me not and still
I miss you so much
Thanks for the memory
Of how we used to jog
Even in a fog
That barbecue in malibu
Away from all the smog
How rainy it was
Thanks for the memory
Of letters I destroyed
Books that we enjoyed
Tonight the way things look
I need a book by sigmund freud
How brainy he was
Gone are those evenings on broadway
Together we'd go to a great show
But now I begin with the late show
And wish that you
Were watching, too
I know it's a fallacy
That grown men never cry
Baby, that's a lie
We had our bed of roses
But forgot that roses die
And thank you so much