"Scrapbook" genre: Skate Punk
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	CD: 37 Pound Powerhouse   Label: Wohrhart Productions Credits: Words and music by Boxing Connie
	Lyrics How did I get stuck With this photographic memory I wanna take out the part of my brain That holds the pictures of her and me Destroy the mental slide show Replaying in slow-mo The night she boarded the bus The evening when us Became me alone again They say that a picture Is worth a thousand words I can't think of a single one To describe how much it hurt Promises are senseless Acts of verbiality(?) Distorted reality How am I? Does it matter? How am I? Doesn't matter There's nothin' left Or there is But it don't mean much to me (don't mean much to me) How could she Does it matter? I lost her Thought I hadder There's noone here Brought on by disaster The before now is the after A picture's worth a thousand lies Fake smiles and bribery Will be there to hide How much it hurt Promises are senseless Acts of verbiality(?) Distorted reality I don't wanna look at pictures I don't wanna be friends I don't wanna look at pictures of her Cause I know where that road ends Our fading relationship And the tailights dimmed as I Became me alone again I don't wanna look at pictures (promises are senseless) I don't wanna be friends I don't wanna look at pictures of her (they say a pictures worth a thousand words) Cause I know where that road ends

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