| I’m flippin through a book of photos
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| I found my birth certificate
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| A treasure trove of polaroids
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| My sister she was probably six
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| In this one
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| Look at mom and dad
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| He was still in college
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| Bagging groceries full time
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| Spare time odd jobbin
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| Mom’s basketball pic
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| State champ four times
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| And who’s that goofy cub scout
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| We won’t talk about mine
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| That’s my granddad’s flatnose Chevy van
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| He taught me how to work and cuss like a man
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| We were all being taught something we don’t understand
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| Keep your eye on the ball
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| And what’s the proper stance
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| And every day was sunny
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| Even when it rained
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| Hard to tell if it’s funny
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| Or if it’s sad how things changed
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| Look at that spiked mullet
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| Lines cut in the side
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| And that look on my face
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| Man, that’s nothin but pride
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| And that’s me
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| Atlanta Hawks number four
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| Slammin that Nerf on my bedroom floor
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| And it goes on and on and on and on
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| I know I got the rest of my life
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| But that ain’t long
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| As it used to be
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| My, my how time flies by
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| And it goes on and on and on and on
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| Next thing you know
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| You wonder where the years have gone
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| And trying to wish it back won’t work
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| Who’d have thought a good memory
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| Could hurt so bad
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| Look at the kid in this picture
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| Wearing that Oxford and khakis
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| Them penny loafers with dimes in them
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| My thoughts driftin; |
| back
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| I remember feeling invincible
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| The future was mine
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| Ready to take on the world
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| But those were simpler times
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| Never a straight «A» student
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| I didn’t make great grades
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| Three sport athlete
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| I made a few great plays
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| I had this black Chevy Nova
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| Jacked up in the back
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| With a 350 sitting on some Cragar mags
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| I was a bad boy
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| Definitely not the baddest
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| But my confidence level
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| Was on rockstar status
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| Spring break at the lake
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| Better yet, Panama City
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| No reservations or money
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| Man, let’s just go, come and get me
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| Now, where were you
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| When Spud Webb won the dunk contest?
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| I was on cloud 9
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| 'Cause I was just a little guy
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| And I watched his 5'7 slam 10 feet, so fresh
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| And knew, I couldn’t be denied
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| And it goes on and on and on and on
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| I know I got the rest of my life
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| But that ain’t long
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| As it used to be
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| My, my how time flies by
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| And it goes on and on and on and on
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| Next thing you know
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| You wonder where the years have gone
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| And trying to wish it back won’t work
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| Who’d have thought a good memory
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| Could hurt so bad
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| And I don’t know what tomorrow holds
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| But I know I can’t live in the past
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| And it’s hard when all your childhood dreams
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| Are the same ones you still have
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| And it seems just like yesterday
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| In a blur it all went by
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| It’s like I fell asleep at 16, and woke up 45
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| And it goes on and on and on and on
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| I know I got the rest of my life
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| But that ain’t long
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| As it used to be
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| My, my how time flies by
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| And it goes on and on and on and on
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| Next thing you know
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| You wonder where the years have gone
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| And trying to wish it back won’t work
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| Who’d have thought a good memory
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| Could hurt so bad
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| (Where were you, wh- wh- where were you)
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| (Where were you, wh- wh- where were you, you)
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| (Where were you, wh- wh- where were you, you)
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| (Where were you, wh- wh- where were you, you) |