Nickelback

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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 ever went withoutThe second floor is hard for sneaking outAnd this is where I went to schoolMost of the time had better things to doCriminal record says I broke in twiceI must’ve done it half a dozen timesI 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, oh, ohOh, God, I, 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, goodbyeEvery 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 arcade?Blew every dollar that we ever madeThe cops hated us hangin’ outThey say somebody went and burned it downWe 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 wheelKim’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, oh, ohOh, God, I, I

I miss that townI miss their facesYou can’t eraseYou can’t replace itI miss it nowI can’t believe itSo hard to stayToo hard to leave itIf I could relive those daysI know the one thing that would never change

Look at this photographEvery time I do, it makes me laughEvery time I do, it makes me

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