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Splitsville
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Yearbook
I've got a homeroom in my heart A lesson plan I should have started once But never did, grade incomplete
I've got your yearbook in my head It's filled with words I never said Handwriting legible but none too neat
What can I do? Pictures of you Keep making me turn back pages
To redefine These moments in time But what does it matter anyway?
A Precious Moments figurine Shoplifted porno magazines Each frozen memory tastes bittersweet
Just like the night of our fist kiss The fleeting glimpse of future bliss Turned out to be the class that I won't repeat
What can I do? Pictures of you Keep making me turn back pages
To redefine These moments in time Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But what does it matter anyway?
Each snapshot comes with it's own Caché of conflictin' feelings Four years of public wounds Which probably won't end up healin'
Administered by teacher Principal and guidance counselor It almost makes me wish I had the sense to stay the hell out
Now what can I do? Pictures of you Keep making me turn back pages
To redefine These moments in time But what does it matter anyway?
And what can I do? Pictures of you Keep making me turn back pages
To redefine These moments in time That I'll probably never understand
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