jueves, 9 de junio de 2011

Photograph


Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my 
bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it,
Every memory of walking out the front door,
I found the photo of the friend that I was 
looking for,
It's hard to say it, time to say it.

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