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You're a slave to the fame
Shackled by the chains of the game
Big dreams of the Hollywood Hills
Big dreams of the seven figure deals

You're living

gingham dress 
And a faded photograph in black and white 
Now my memories are quite clear, even if I still can hear 
All the shrinks who said some trauma

and friends, true to the end'
One photograph is all I have
To prove I was there with you a night or two
It's with me like an amulet
If I see hard times ahead
Oh

photographs

You got me thinking about the past
How the hell'd we get here so fast
Seems like yesterday we just graduated
I guess nothing's meant to last
But

you in summers by the shore
But now I'm all alone
And I have to face the truth
 
'Cause I see photographs of the last time
You and I finally laughed

I just couldn't cut you loose
Yeah I thought I'd hit the bullseye
Now all I've got is an old photograph
And a flightless butterfly

Now the oak tree

So please, little sunshine, please try to understand
Chorus :
Old photographs, bring memories back

Questions
(Words and Music by Blake Rainey and Young Antiques)

As I woke up at dawn
I heard the police on my lawn
Never have they stayed so long

I can't begin to count the times
I have been by myself
I lie awake my lonely room
Tells me there's no one else, no one else

I reach for the light it

and photographs
Memories and windows
Goodbyes and epitaphs
Heartbeats and hellos
Chorus
Are you waiting for
Heart in hand
Woman and man
See me where I stand I am

I see your face in such a lonely place but you're a million miles away. 
I've got your photograph and you've got mine 
We said wed meet again

I'm putting your photograph up on my wall (Which wall, which wall)
You're hiding your feelings but this 35 film catches it all (Catches it all)
I'm

I got carried away 
by this photograph 
I found today. 

We look so happy in a way
You painted a moment for me.
on this day. 

I can't fall in love

pick up last 
I think i’m missin’ breakfast 
Hear the beepin’ out front, trippin' over my chucks
Yellin’ "rapido, rapido!" 
Wait, can we stop by?
Last

all my might
Grinning with all my might

Memories in black and white
Pictures of happy days
She's still here in the photographs
But in real life she's

running a race
Thinking I swear I lack a secret ingredient of sorts
Wonder if it's lemon juice or lilac, a gallon or maybe two quarts
Sorting photographs

by.  
  
 Days in the town were gray and wasted.  
 Standard wounds from school - he collected all.  
 There are things a mother can’t help with  
 No

Old photographs
Of times gone by

nothing new
Whenever I'm alone, I try to look through our old photographs
Remember when we used to laugh, but I don't recognize us anymore
My mama told me,

they don't last
In a torn photograph
Your memory will live on the walls of the old parade

Then I saw
Your ghost-like figure
In the bathroom mirror

never end, this game keeps playin' on in my head
Ooh
I'm drowning in thoughts in my head, cause things went by oh so fast
Ooh
I'm losing my way in these

the same

'Cause your beauty knows no bounds
Your beauty knows no bounds
Your beauty knows no bounds inside my mind

I saw your face in a photograph
And all

I'm not something special; I'm just like the rest
Sometimes I get lonely, and I feel like a mess
I wave to people passing by me in the hall
I guess

connected by some bullshit consciousness
Rainy days, drunk nights
Ride my bike, I'll be alright
Your pain's in plain site
I wanna make it right
Rainy days