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I see the hinding places in the laundry yard and a sunny day to play |
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We were the key kids in the |
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T-block city part but where are they today? |
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I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods but 'bout the toy land hills to our local scrap place area where fancy ruled our skills |
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Motors, bicycles, radios |
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We gave the things new forms |
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Strange vehicles on concrete |
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The matter was reborn |
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I recognize two eyes behind the window pane in the block in front of this |
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They look like my first love, like waiting on a train |
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I feel she sends a kiss |
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I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods but 'bout the dream land hills in our local scrap place area where fancy ruled our skills |
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Cases, candles and board walls |
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The wedding cave was formed |
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First embraces and shy lips |
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A new instincts was born |
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Strange vibrations for concrete |
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We gave the things new forms |
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Strange vibrations for concrete |
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The matter was reborn |
