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Laura Borealis. (trapped_here) wrote,
@ 2005-08-27 18:47:00
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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 prison outa fix it up
    I never knew we'd ever went without
    The second floor is hard for sneaking out

    And this is where I went to school

    Most of the time I had better things to do
    Criminal records said I've broken twice
    I must have done it half a dozen times

    I wonder if its too late
    Should i go back and try to graduate

    Last man and now that it was back then
    If I was them I woulndnt let me in

    Oh oh oh
    Oh god I

    Every memory of looking out the back door

    I have the photo that was printed on my bedroom door
    Its time to say, 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
    Its time to say, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye

    Goodbye

    We used to listen to the radio
    And sing along with every song we know

    We said someday wed find out how if 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

    Oh oh oh
    Oh god I

    Every memory of looking out the back door

    I have the photo that was printed on my bedroom door
    Its time to say, 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
    Its time to say, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye

    I miss that town
    I cannot believe it

    So hard to stay
    So hard to leave it



    If I could I relive those days
    I know the one that would never change



    Oh oh oh
    Oh god I

    Every memory of looking out the back door

    I have the photo that was printed on my bedroom door
    Its time to say, 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
    Its time to say, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye


    Look at this photograph
    Everytime I do it makes me laugh
    Everytime I do it makes me


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