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'Searchin' through the scrap book pages, how old we where at different ages, lookin' at how we've all changed... the patterns that have been re-arranged...photographs of childhood years..some bring back smiles,some bring back tears..
look back at things as they where before...the future came knocking on my door...

Chorus

These distant memories...buried under a thousand trees..you can't replace the forgotten still-frame..nothing's changed everything's the same...life goes on and whats done is done..reminising our long-lost fun...

If i could do it all again..i'd take a pad of paper and a ball-point pen..consider all my old past ways..the present holds much brighter days...
we'l all sit back and have many laughs...many stories told in these photographs...findin' bits of wood for us to burn..instead of being in school where we could learn..it seems like an illusion gone so fast...these fantastic days we made them last..

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