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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.

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