Look at this photograph
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Every time 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 than 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 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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Remember the old arcade
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Blew every dollar that we ever made
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The cops hated us hanging out
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They said somebody went and burned it down
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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 we'd find out how it 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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Too hard to leave it
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If I could relive those days
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I know the one thing that would never change
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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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Look at this photograph
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Every time I do, it makes me laugh
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Every time I do, it makes me
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Photograph
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| Alex Goot |
