| Look at this photograph
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| Everytime I do it makes me laugh
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| How did our eyes get so red
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| And what the hell is on Joey’s head
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| And this is where I grew up
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| I think the present owner fixed it up
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| I never knew we’d ever went without
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| The second floor is hard for sneaking out
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| And this is where I went to school
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| Most of the time had better things to do
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| Criminal record says I broke in twice
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| I must have done it half a dozen times
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| I wonder if It’s too late
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| Should I go back and try to graduate
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| Life’s better now that it was back then
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| If I was them I wouldn’t let me in
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| Oh oh oh
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| Oh god I
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| Every memory of looking out the back door
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| I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom door
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| It’s hard to say it, time to say it
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Every memory of walking out the front door
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| I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
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| It’s hard to say it, time to say it
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Remember the old arcade
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| Blew every dollar that we ever made
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| The cops seen us hanging out
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| They said somebody went and burned it down
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| Goodbye
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| We used to listen to the radio
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| And sing along with every song we know
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| We said someday wed find out how if feels
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| To sing to more than just the steering wheel
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| Kim’s the first girl I kissed
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| I was so nervous that I nearly missed
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| She’s had a couple of kids since then
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| I haven’t seen her since god knows when
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| Oh oh oh
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| Oh god I
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| Every memory of looking out the back door
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| I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
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| It’s hard to say it, time to say it
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Every memory of walking out the front door
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| I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
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| It’s hard to say it, time to say it
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| I miss that town
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| I miss the faces
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| You can’t erase
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| You can’t replace it
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| I miss it now
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| I can’t believe it
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| So hard to stay
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| So hard to leave it
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| If I could I relive those days
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| I know the one that would never change
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| Every memory of looking out the back door
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| I haў the photo album spread out on my bedroom door
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| It’s hard to say it, time to say it
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Every memory of walking out the front door
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| I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
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| It’s hard to say it, time to say it
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Look at this photograph
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| Everytime I do it makes me laugh
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| Everytime I do it makes me |