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