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Let us go back to the time when the underground |
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Was the place where we all used to hide away |
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Let us go back to the streets where it all begun |
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How could I know, it was the last time I saw you? |
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Seventeen and believed in just anything |
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Could be true, could be bad, something in between |
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I recall all those lazy summer nights |
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And all I knew was the time I spent with you |
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I could easily stay, and never come home |
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Looking out on the field like its never been changed |
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The past is a place that you can never return to |
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Even though people say that this is where you belong |
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I could easily stay, and never come home |
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Looking out on the field like its never been changed |
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The past is a place that you can never return to |
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Even though people say that this is where you belong |
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I could always try to reach you |
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And it's pumping through my veins |
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And theres nothing I can do about it |
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(though people say that this is where you belong) |
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Let us go back to the time when the underground |
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It used to be our place it belonged to us |
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And I'd go back if I could but it's not the same |
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And now I know, it was the last time I saw you? |
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I could easily stay, and never come home |
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Looking out on the field like its never been changed |
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The past is a place that you can never return to |
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Even though people say that this is where you belong |
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I could easily stay, and never come home |
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Looking out on the field like its never been changed |
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The past is a place that you can never return to |
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Even though people say that this is where you belong |
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I could always try to reach you |
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And it's pumping through my veins |
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And there's nothing I can do about it |
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I could always try to reach you |
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And it's pumping through my veins |
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And there's nothing I can do about it |
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I could easily stay, and never come home |
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Looking out on the field like its never been changed |
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The past is a place that you can never return to |
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Even though people say that this is where you belong |
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I could always try to reach you |
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And it's pumping through my veins |
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And there's nothing I can do about it |
