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Look at this Photo graph, everytime I do it makes me laugh,
How did our eyes get so red, and what the hell is on Joey's head ?
And this is where I grew up, I think the present owner fixed it up,
I never knew we ever went wit hout,the second floor is high for sneakin'o ut.
And this is where I went to s chool, most of the time had better things to do,
Criminal record says I broke in twice, I must have done half a dozen times.
I wonder if it's too l ate, should I go back and try to gra duate,
Life's better now than it was back then, if I was them I wouldn't let me
in...Oh Oh Oh... Oh God I !
Every memory of lookin out the back door,
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor,
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Good-bye, Good-bye.
Every memory of walkin out the front door,
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for,
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Good-Bye, Good-Bye.
Remember the old arc ade ? Blew every dollar that we ever made.
The Cops hated us hangin'o ut, they say somebody went and burned it d own.
We use to listen to the ra dio and sing along with every song we'd know.
We said someday we'd find out how it feels to sing to more than just the
steering wheel. Kim's the first girl I kissed.
I was so nervous that I nearly missed.
She's had a couple of kids since then. I haven't seen her since god knows
when... Oh Oh Oh... Oh God I !
Every memory of lookin out the back door,
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor,
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Good-bye, Good-bye.
Every memory of walkin out the front door,
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for,
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Good-Bye, Good-Bye.
I miss that tim e, I miss their faces
You can't er ase, You can't repl ace it.
I miss it n ow. I can't beli eve it.
So hard to s tay. To hard to le ave it.
If I could relive those days I know the one thing that would never change...
Every memory of lookin out the back door,
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor,
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Good-bye, Good-bye.
Every memory of walkin out the front door,
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for,
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Good-Bye, Good-Bye.
Look at this photo graph...every time I do it makes me laugh.
Every time I do it makes me.