I don't wanna bite of more than I can chew,
I'm lettin' go of a little bit of you, at a time.
I think I go the faith of a mustard seed,
To move this mountain of memories, so high.
I took another picture down,
It's a little less of you just hanging around.
I'm turnin' loose one memory at a time,
An' I'll say:
Goodbye to '91.
That summer was so much fun.
Our love was sweet and young back then.
An' there goes September '92,
The first time we said:
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