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Look at this Photograph, everytime I do it makes me laugh,
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How did our eyes get so red, and what the hell is on Joey's head?
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And this is where I grew up, I think the present owner fixed it up,
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I never knew we ever went without,the second floor is high for sneakin' out.
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And this is where I went to school, most of the time had better things to do,
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Criminal record says I broke in twice, I must have done half a dozen times.
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I wonder if it's too late, should I go back and try to graduate,
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Life's better now than it was back then, if I was them I wouldn't let me
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in...
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Oh Oh Oh... Oh God I!
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Every memory of lookin out the back door, I had the photo album spread
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out on my bedroom floor, It's hard to say it, time to say it
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Good-bye, Good-bye.
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Every memory of walkin out the front door, I found the photo of the friend
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that I was looking for, It's hard to say it, time to say it
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Good-Bye, Good-Bye.
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Remember the old arcade? Blew every dollar that we ever made.
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The Cops hated us hangin' out, they say somebody went and burned it down.
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We use to listen to the radio and sing along with every song we'd know.
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We said someday we'd find out how it feels to sing to more than just the
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steering wheel.
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Kim's the first girl I kissed. I was so nervous that I nearly missed.
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She's had a couple of kids since then. I haven't seen her since god knows
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when.
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Oh Oh Oh... Oh God I!
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Every memory of lookin out the back door, I had the photo album spread
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out on my bedroom floor, It's hard to say it, time to say it,
 A 
Good-bye, Good-bye.
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Every memory of walkin out the front door, I found the photo of the friend
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that I was looking for. It's hard to say it, time to say it,
 A 
Good-Bye, Good-bye.
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I miss that time,   I can't believe it.
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So hard to stay. To hard to leave it.
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Every memory of lookin out the back door, I had the photo album spread
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out on my bedroom floor, It's hard to say it, time to say it,
 A 
Good-bye, Good-bye.
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Every memory of walkin out the front door, I found the photo of the friend
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that I was looking for. It's hard to say it, time to say it,
 A 
Good-Bye, Good-bye.
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Look at this photograph...every time I do it makes me laugh.
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Every time I do it makes me.
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