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Walking down this well known street |
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turning 'round for ladies feet |
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like you did so many years ago |
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sitting in that street cafe |
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where you had your cup of tea |
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come on boy don't get sentimental now |
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everything changed but you didn't move on |
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and the only fact is |
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that you're fifteen years older now |
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No use to turn out the lights |
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you feel so depressed inside |
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when you think of your wasted years at night |
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Standing in your discotheque |
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look since hours straight ahead |
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play the part of some ypung and lonesome star |
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introverted more and more |
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waiting for a small hello |
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people next to you they seem so far |
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but deep inside you made love to the world |
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'cause your imagination |
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was bigger than reality |
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No use to turn out... |
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When you came into that town |
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you found everything so fine |
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all your projects shall be realized |
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but your day-dreams strangled you |
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kept you from what you had to do |
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and life went on while you were paralysed |
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heaven knows you would give all you have |
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for the change to go back to those days for a new beginning |
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No use to turn out... |
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Walking down... |
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Better you leave the places of your past |
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'cause dreamers love cities and citie hate dreamers |
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No use to turn out... |
