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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 ever went without, |
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the second florr was high 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 its 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... Oh God I! |
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Every memory of lookin' 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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Good-bye good-bye. |
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Every memory of walkin' 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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Good-bye good-bye. |
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We used to listen to the radio, |
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and sing along to every song we'd 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... Oh God I! |
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Every memory of lookin' 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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Good-bye good-bye. |
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Every memory of walkin' 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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Good-bye good-bye. |
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I miss that town, |
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I miss the faces, |
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cant erase, cant 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 relive those days, |
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I know the one thing that would never change. |
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Every memory of lookin' 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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Good-bye good-bye. |
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Every memory of walkin' 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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Good-bye good-bye. |
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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... |
![Photograph [Live In Atlanta]](/storage/23/223953.jpg "Photograph [Live In Atlanta]")