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Well there's a colour picture |
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In my mind. |
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Of all the places |
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That I've left behind. |
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The broken windows |
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Where the wind blows through |
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Empty shells of houses |
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That have turned to ruin. |
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Oh - we were so young. |
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We didn't realise |
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Just what we'd done. |
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Oh - we were too young. |
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And I remember you. |
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You were the back yard boy. |
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Hiding in the wreckage |
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Of broken dreams. |
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Standing by the railway line. |
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Standing. |
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Oh - we were so young. |
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We didn't realise |
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Just what we'd done. |
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Oh - we were too young. |
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And all the sweetness |
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Has been taken out of this place. |
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So many memories |
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Are knocked down or replaced. |
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And I can't stand to see |
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The shifting time |
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Taking me further - |
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Leaving you behind. |
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(Chorus repeats...) |
