Here is one that we took one Sunday afternoon

I remember it was in the summer time

On the back it says eighty-seven-forty-five

The same day you promised you'd be mine.



But old pictures have a way of fading

Like a love that was never meant to be

Still each night I dig out the family album

But old photographs sure get to me.



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Here it is it's the last one that we took together

Though it's faded a little more than the rest

I suppose it's because of all the tear stains on it

Bet it's the one that to me you look the best.



But old pictures have a way of fading

Like a love that wasn't meant to be

Still each night I dig out the family album

But old photographs sure get to me.



Yes, old photographs sure get to me...