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film canister
Holds my memories
holds my secrets
Holds the sunny and the fun days
I wonder if it wants to ever spill my memory's,
my secrets
my sunny fun days overboard
Or if it cares them around everywhere
like a chan and a ball
You take a quick glimpse to make sure that they are still all in there
The lid is tightly shut so no photos fall out
You add more and more to the canister until it is overflowing with all you well spent times
With all your friends and family
All of the sad-gloomy days are kicked right in the behinds and lost for ever
The summers you spend on trips
With your camera and friends
Or the days you just want to live over and over again
You hold my memories
you hold my secrets
you hold my well spent sunny daysvFilm Canister
Holds my memories
holds my secrets
Holds the sunny and the fun days
I wonder if it wants to ever spill my memory's,
my secrets
my sunny fun days overboard
Or if it cares them around everywhere
like a chan and a ball
You take a quick glimpse to make sure that they are still all in there
The lid is tightly shut so no photos fall out
You add more and more to the canister until it is overflowing with all you well spent times
With all your friends and family
All of the sad-gloomy days are kicked right in the behinds and lost for ever
The summers you spend on trips
With your camera and friends
Or the days you just want to live over and over again
You hold my memories
you hold my secrets

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