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Walking through the city we grew up in, everything has changed again |
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I remember fighting to believe in truth and how the good will win |
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But we were young, almost in love |
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Too scared to reach out for what was |
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Walking past the house that you grew up in, man, it looks so different now |
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Remembering the story of your first kiss, the feeling of my heart ripped out |
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And we were young, almost in love |
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Too scared to reach out for what was |
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Looking back, we tried to laugh |
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Silly kids, the ghosts of past |
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You were just a girl, you wrote a letter, it said that we were dearest friends |
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I push myself to read a little further, it said we would be 'til we're dead |
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But we were young, almost in love |
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Too scared to reach out for what was |
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Looking back, we tried to laugh |
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Silly kids, the ghosts of past |