Photograph by Nickelback:
Look at this photographEvery time I do, it makes me laughHow did our eyes get so red?And what the hell is on Joey's head?
And this is where I grew upI think the present owner fixed it upI never knew we'd ever went withoutThe second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to schoolMost of the time had better things to doCriminal record says I broke in twiceI must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it's too lateShould I go back and try to graduate?Life's better now than it was back thenIf I was them, I wouldn't let me in
Oh, whoa, whoaOh, God, I...
Every memory of looking out the back doorI had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floorIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front doorI found the photo of the friend that I was looking forIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbye
Goodbye
Remember the old arcadeBlew every dollar that we ever madeThe cops hated us hangin' outThey say, "Somebody went and burned it down"
We used to listen to the radioAnd sing along with every song we knowWe said, "Someday we'd find out how it feelsTo sing to more than just the steering wheel"
Kim's the first girl I kissedI was so nervous that I nearly missedShe's had a couple of kids since thenI haven't seen her since God knows when
Oh, whoa, whoaOh, God, I...
Every memory of looking out the back doorI had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floorIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front doorI found the photo of the friend that I was looking forIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbye
I miss that town, I miss the facesYou can't erase, you can't replace itI miss it now, I can't believe itSo hard to stay, too hard to leave it
If I could relive those daysI know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back doorI had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floorIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front doorI found the photo of the friend that I was looking forIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbye
Look at this photographEvery time I do, it makes me laughEvery time I do, it makes me...
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