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In a shoebox the other night&#13;
In between cleaning up files and messes&#13;
That I'd made of my life&#13;
&#13;
Ticket stubs, poems and old letters&#13;
I dumped them all out on the bed&#13;
Found a homemade birthday card from mom&#13;
And this is what it said, yeah, this is what it said&#13;
&#13;
Don't forget the little moments&#13;
They're the ones that mean the most&#13;
When the way home seems so far away&#13;
Take 'em out and hold them close&#13;
&#13;
And take a picture with your father&#13;
'Cause one day he'll be gone&#13;
And don't forget to fill an old shoebox&#13;
Full of things to look back on, full of things to look back on&#13;
&#13;
I opened up my grandpa's pocket knife&#13;
And I was back to his back porch&#13;
It was summertime I was turnin' nine&#13;
He said, &quot;You want that knife? It's yours&quot;&#13;
&#13;
I remember runnin' off in the yard&#13;
Carved my name in every tree&#13;
I haven't held it since he passed away&#13;
And it meant the world to me&#13;
Because he meant the world to me&#13;
&#13;
Don't forget the little moments&#13;
They're the ones that mean the most&#13;
When the way home seems so far away&#13;
Take 'em out and hold them close&#13;
&#13;
And take a picture with your father&#13;
'Cause one day he'll be gone&#13;
And don't forget to fill an old shoebox&#13;
Full of things to look back on&#13;
&#13;
Look back on, a little window to the past&#13;
Look back on, God knows life goes by so fast&#13;
If ever you should ever doubt the blessings that you've had&#13;
&#13;
Don't forget the little moments&#13;
They're the ones that mean the most&#13;
When the way home seems so far away&#13;
Take 'em out and hold them close&#13;
&#13;
And take a picture with your father&#13;
'Cause one day he'll be gone&#13;
And don't forget to fill an old shoebox&#13;
Full of things to look back on&#13;
&#13;
I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine&#13;
In a shoebox the other night&#13;
&#13;
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