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