While looking through an old scrapbook of mine
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I let the pages take me back through time
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Just an old scrapbook yellowed with age
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But a million old mem'ries still live on each page
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Memories that never will die from our first hello to our last goodbye
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Old souvenirs and pictures we took I'll keep them forever inside my scrapbook
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I see two tickets to the high school play the note on the napkin he wrote me one day
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That said things he thought were too silly to say
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His change of address when he moved away
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Memories that never...
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[ guitar ]
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I look at the last page and can't help but cry the newspaper clippings tell how he died
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We planned to be married that night secretely
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But fate stopped my love on his way to meet me
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Memories that never...
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My Scrapbook
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| Jeannie C. Riley |
