| I ain’t got much to go on, just a box of photographs
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| And every picture tells a story, but every story has two halves
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| I keep 'em separated in before-and-after piles
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| And somewhere in the middle is where mama lost her smile
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| Somewhere in the summer back in 1982
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| Daddy took a job in town and we all had to move
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| I feel like there’s one missing, I’ve felt it for a while
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| One that’s gonna tell me how mama lost her smile
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| But you don’t take pictures of the bad times
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| We only wanna remember all the sunshine
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| We don’t live in pictures, this is real life
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| And they’re about as different as black and white
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| I don’t know why it matters, I just know it does
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| It’s not like it’ll change things to find out what it was
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| She would never tell us, that just ain’t her style
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| But I wish I knew the reason why mama lost her smile
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| But you don’t take pictures of the bad times
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| We only wanna remember all the sunshine
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| We don’t live in pictures, this is real life
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| And they’re about as different as black and white
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| We’re all a little older
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| And we’re all a little worn
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| We’re a little faded
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| And we’re all a little torn
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| But you don’t take pictures of the bad times
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| We only wanna remember all the sunshine
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| We don’t live in pictures, this is real life
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| And they’re about as different as black and white
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| I ain’t got much to go on, just a box of photographs
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| Every picture tells a story, and every story has two halves |