| Look at me, eighteen and tanned,
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| Behind the wheel of my old van,
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| «Hotel California"turned up loud,
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| No air-conditioning, windows down.
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| Look at you smilin’at me,
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| Don’t know when I’ve been as happy,
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| As that weekend out in Joshua Tree,
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| When I got down on my knees.
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| An’I like lookin’at old photographs.
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| Reminds me of the way we’ve always made each other laugh.
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| Pictures of a life we’ve made together.
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| Memories of a love that just gets better with time.
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| So many good times,
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| There’s no way I will forget.
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| They’ve got me thinkin''bout pictures,
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| We haven’t taken yet.
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| Next year let’s go to Disneyworld,
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| Can’t wait to see our little girl,
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| Hold hands with Mickey Mouse,
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| Chocolate ice-cream on her mouth.
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| An’you’ll get all upset when I,
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| Snap you comin’off that ride,
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| With that pasty white look:
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| You won’t put that one in our book.
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| An’I like lookin’back at all the things we’ve done.
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| But I love dreamin’of the years yet to come.
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| Pictures of a life we’ve made |