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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 relive those days
I know the one that would never change
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Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me.
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