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

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