| People take pictures of the summer
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| Just in case someone thought they had missed it
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| And to prove that it really existed
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| Fathers take pictures of the mothers
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| And the sisters take pictures of brothers
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| Just to show that they love one another
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| You can’t picture love that you took from me
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| When we were young and the world was free
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| Pictures of things as they used to be
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| Don’t show me no more, please
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| People take pictures of each other
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| Just to prove that they really existed
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| Just to prove that they really existed
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| People take pictures of each other
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| And the moment can last them forever
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| Of the time when they mattered to someone
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| People take pictures of the Summer
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| Just in case someone thought they had missed it
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| Just to prove that it really existed
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| People take pictures of each other
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| Of a moment that lasts them forever
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| And the time when they mattered to someone
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| Picture of me when I was just three
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| Sat with my Ma by the old oak tree
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| How I love things as they used to be
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| Don’t show me no more, please |