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It's been a while since |
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I've left home but |
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I'm coming on back today |
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Kinda funny but |
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I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day |
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Sure enough when the train pulls in there's so little that |
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I recognize |
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Is it the scenery or my selective memory or just a simple fact that |
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I gotta realize |
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My friends have gone and their lives have moved on and |
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I guess that's just the way it is |
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If this town has grown beyond my home |
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I guess it all comes down to this |
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I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day |
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But those times have long been through |
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The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day |
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Like a wish that comes half true |
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There was a time when it was easy to find a hangout that you knew was yours by name |
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And mine or not |
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I could find the same spot but it's never gonna be the same |
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I've been away and |
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I've seen too much, looks like |
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I've been moving on as well |
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And when I started to not really belong |
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I suppose |
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I was unable to tell |
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But I ain't sad and no it isn't bad it's just one more thing that |
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I'm coming to know |
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If you're alive you didn't finish the ride |
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No telling where it's gonna go |
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I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day |
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But those times have long been through |
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The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day |
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Like a wish that comes half true |
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It's been a while since |
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I left home but |
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I'm coming on back today |
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Kinda funny but |
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I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day |
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I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day |
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But those times have long been through |
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The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day |
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Like a wish that comes half true |
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I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day |
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But those times have long been through |
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The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day |
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Like a wish that comes half true |
